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November 11, 2004
Journal Entry
I have started writing things down. I forget you see from one day to the next. Though I do not trust that someone does not steal my notes and alter them. They probably do that.. they mess with all the rest of my things. Not even what I write is static. It changes like everything else.
I wrote last week that Acerbe called on me. Though I do not really remember it. I don't think. I remember someone. Perhaps it could of been him. I wrote he said he had the cure. Or will have it. There was someone else there though, watching. I think it was a trap, I don't know.. I was able to leave the meeting without harm. Or maybe that was the plan. To scare me. More of his games? He likes to play games I know. I remember that. Always playing games with me he is. Why is it taking so long? How long has it been? He hates it. The plague. Fears me because of it. Recoils. Disgust? I would to. Would? I did. It is not something I can blame him for.
At least it is not so bad here. There are many that care for me. Food is regular enough.. and clean clothes provided daily. Hells, I am better served here than I ever was pre-plagued.
Though it is not that which tortures me. The voices in my head do that enough. And even in sleep it does not end. But continues.. constantly. Driving me insane. Though I think I reached that point some weeks ago. Why have I not turned already? Is it because I am Dryth that this torture lasts that much longer?