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SHE HAD ONE LINE…
PLAYED HER GOOFY ASS…
ALL SHE SAID WAS HEY…
BUT THAT IS THE PHONE GIRL…
MIGHT GIVE HER A BETTER ROLE IN THE TRILOGY…
MIGHT BRING BACK MADISON IN THE TRILOGY…
I WROTE ONE OF THE GREATEST HORROR FILMS OF ALL TIME…
I WROTE WRISTS BATHED IN RED…
THE TITLE ITSELF IS ETHEREAL…
IT HITS YOU…
DID YOU CATCH IT?
WRISTS…BATHED…IN RED…
FUCKING TERRIFYING IMAGE…
SOUNDS SO SCARY IN AND OF ITSELF…
FACEBOOK REMOVES THE POST OF THE TITLE…
THE TITLE GETS BLOCKED FROM FACEBOOK…
I’M GOING TO WRITE VARIATIONS…
WRISTS BATHED…
WRISTS IN RED…
BATHED IN RED…THE WRIST…
WRISTS BATHED IN THE RED SEA…
NEW SONG…
LISTEN BABY…AIN’T NO MOUNTAIN HIGH…AIN’T NO VALLEY LOW…AIN’T NO RIVER…WIDE ENOUGH…BABY…
NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE…NO MATTER HOW FAR…
REMEMBER THE TITANS TAUGHT ME THIS SONG…
HAD TO FLIP IT…WHEN I SAY FLIP IT…I MEAN DANCE TO IT ONCE…
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SO BACK TO THE STORY…
I WAKE UP AROUND 4AM…
I WAS WRITING MY BOOK AND POSTING IT PIECE BY PIECE ON FACEBOOK…
SO THEY KNEW THE BOOK…
SO I WANTED TO POP UP ON FACEBOOK…
I WAS ABOUT TO POST…
THEN I SAID…DAM…FIRST YOU GOTTA SEND A MESSAGE TO YOUR FAMILY…
SO I TAG MS. KINYA TUZO…A DEAR FRIEND AND UNOFFICIAL AUNTIE…
A FORMER CO WORKER FROM 2016 WHEN I WAS PASSING OUT MY BOOKS AT THE JOB AND SIGNING AUTOGRAPHED COPIES FOR FREE…I NEVER SOLD A COPY OF MY BOOKS…IT WAS A GIFT TO THEM FROM ME…
HOLD ON TO IT…PAUSE…
GONNA BE VALUABLE ONE DAY…
READ IT AND SEE…
THE MESSAGE I SENT TO MS. KINYA WAS THE FOLLOWING…TO THE BEST OF MY RECOLLECTIONS…
KINYA TUZO…PLEASE SEND MY MOTHER A TEXT MESSAGE WHEN YOU SEE THIS WITH THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE…HOSPITAL NAME I’M AT…I’M AT THAT HOSPITAL…I HAVE A COLLAPSED LUNG…I JUST HAD SURGERY…THANK YOU…
I WAS GOING TO PUT THE ROOM NUMBER BUT I WAS TOO PARANOID…
I AIN’T EVEN HAVE OPPS LET ALONE ON MY PAGE BUT I FIGURED THEY COULD FIND MY ROOM THEY JUST NEEDED THE HOSPITAL…
SO I STAY UP CRACKING JOKES ON FACEBOOK AND WATCHING MOVIES…
I END UP FALLING ASLEEP…
THEN A DEAR MEMORY POPS UP NOW…
IT IS NOW A DEAR MEMORY…
AT 8AM EST…THE DOOR OPENS…
I HAD JUST WOKEN UP RIGHT BEFORE THE DOOR OPENED…FLIP TO CONTINUE…
THE DOOR OPENS…I SEE MY MOTHER AND MY BROTHER JUSTIN…ENTER THE ROOM…SOLEMN FACE…
I HAVE A BREATHING MASK ON WHICH FELT GREAT…
THAT SHIT FELT GOOD YA’LL…
NEW SONG…
YOU LIED TO ME…RETURN OF THE MACK…
ONCE AGAIN…
BUT I DO…BUT I DO-DO-DO…
THIS THAT SHIT YA’LL…
SO FAR IT’S BEEN ALL 90S HUH?
AND 70S TO 80S…
THE GOLDEN AGE OF AMERICAN MUSIC…
I KEPT TAKING THE MASK OFF TO TALK TO JUSTIN…
HE KEPT SAYING PUT IT BACK ON…
HIS EYES WERE BRIGHT WHITE SOBER…
HE THE FIRST PERSON I EVER SAW LIGHT A BLUNT…
HE WAS SOBER…
I WAS LIKE OH SHIT…
HE LOOK SOBER AND CONCERNED ASF…
I WISH I WAS HIGH RIGHT NOW NIGGA YOU SHOULD HAVE SMOKED SOMETHING…AS FAR AS THE WEED GOES…
CORRECTION…I’M HIGH ASF RIGHT NOW ANYWAY NIGGA YOU SHOULD HAVE SMOKED SOMETHING…LOL…
I WOKE UP RIGHT BEFORE THEY ENTERED…
THAT WAS COOL…I SLEPT WELL…I WAS CHILLING…
I ENJOY THE FF OUT OF MY HOSPITAL VISITS…
I’VE PROBABLY HAD OVER 20 HOSPITAL VISITS…
I HAD KIDNEY FAILURE YEARS AGO…
DIALYSIS WAS A FEW INCHES WAY…I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE TERM MEANS…
SO EVENTUALLY JUSTIN HAS TO LEAVE FOR WORK OR SOMETHING…MOM STAYED I THINK…
HONESTLY…MY MEMORY’S GOING FUZZY…
I MIGHT HAVE A CONCUSSION IDK…
I’M HAVING CONCUSSION SYMPTOMS POSSIBLY…
I USED TO WRESTLE FOR 5 YEARS…
I WOULD WONDER IF THE SEXUAL TRAUMA COULD CAUSE A CONCUSSION?
I WRESTLED ALL OF MIDDLE SCHOOL AND TWO YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL…9TH AND 11TH GRADE…SENIOR YEAR I HAD A JOB SO I QUIT THE TEAM…ONLY REASON…AND 10TH GRADE I HAD JUST MOVED SO I DIDN’T TRY OUT FOR THE TEAM THE FIRST YEAR…I SHOULD HAVE DONE SO…GET THAT VARSITY SPOT BACK…I WRESTLED 75LBS ALL OF MIDDLE SCHOOL THEN GAINED TEN POUNDS AUTOMATICALLY AND WAS WRESTLING 103LBS AT 85LBS…
I DIDN’T EVEN MEET THE MINIMUM REQUIREMENT…
AT TOURNAMENTS THEY WERE STUFFING HONEY BUNS DOWN MY THROAT…PAUSING NOW…
NEW SONG…EN VOGUE…DON’T LET GO…
WHAT’S IT GONNA BE?
SO MY MOM STAYS WITH ME…THEY MOVE ME TO THE ICU WARD OR SOMETHING…ICU CARE UNIT TO MONITOR ME…
DON’T YOU WANNA BE? MOREEEE THAN FRIENDS…DON’T LET GOOOOOO…
I OFTEN TELL MYSELF THAT WE COULD BE…MORE THAN JUST FRIENDS…
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HAD TO BE TWO HOURS BY NOW…
IN MY HEAD I SAID AT LEAST WRITE UNTIL 2AM CHAD…GET BACK IN THE GROOVE…
ALL I WAS MISSING WAS THE PIANO…
PIANO IS MY NEW TERM FOR…THE LAPTOP KEYBOARD…FLIP IT BRODDY…
DON’T LET GOOOOOO….
YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO LOSE CONTROL….DON’T LET GOOOOOO….I WILL START TO WRITE MORE HORIZONTAL…AND JUST USE THE ELLIPSIS…MY FAVORITE HOWEVER YOU WOULD CATEGORIZE ELLIPSIS…PUNCTUATION MARK…GRAMMAR…GRAMMER TIME CAN’T TOUCH THIS…
SO MY MOM SPENDS THE NIGHT AT THE HOSPITAL IN THE ROOM WITH ME…
IT WAS COOL HAVING HER THERE WITH ME…SHE WAS BEING A MOM…
MAKING SURE THEY WERE LOOKING OUT FOR ME…THEY WERE…I LOVE YOU MOM…
DO I WISH I DIED IN SURGERY?
NO…I HAVE MORE WRITING TO DO…
LOL…ALMOST READY…NOT YET…
WILL I SEE 37 OR PAST IT?
IF THEY GIVE ME 39-40 I’M COOL WITH THAT…
I WAS ALWAYS PLANNING TO BE GONE BY 40…
I NEVER SAW MYSELF LIVING PAST 40…
IT’S A POSSIBILITY…BUT I NEVER SAW IT…
I SEE SHIT…I DON’T SEE ME HERE AT FORTY…
I COULD BE…BUT I CAN’T SEE IT…THIS WAS WAY BEFORE THE PREMONITION…
THE FIRST PREMONITION WAS AT 23 OR 22…WHEN HONEY DIED…
THEY TOLD ME I WOULD DIE SAVING THE LIFE OF A CHILD I DID NOT KNOW…
2012…OCTOBER 28TH, 2012…THE DAY I FOUND OUT HONEY WAS MURDERED…
5 DAYS AFTER THE MURDER…FROM A FRIEND AT WORK SHOWING ME THE FACEBOOK POST ABOUT IT AND ASKING ME IF I THOUGHT SHE WERE PRETTY…
I SAID I ACTUALLY KNEW HER SHE WAS A CLOSE FRIEND…SHE SPENT THE SUMMERS WITH MY FRIEND GROUP…GROUP SLEEP OVERS WATCHING MOVIES…I SPENT MANY HOURS WITH HER…SHE TOLD ME SECRETS…I FORGOT THEM…
WE SAT ON THE SWING PAST MIDNIGHT TALKING…WE WALK TO THE STORE SHE CLUTCHES MY ARM YOU’RE SAFE WITH ME…HONEY ON ONE ARM…IESHA ON THE OTHER ARM WALKING IN