MicroHorror

June 12th
Last entry

To who sees diary if not burned upon maybe scheme fail: English not supergood, apparently I am being talking dog.

I say last entry upwards reasoning described: tonight leash-master Shaggy will be chopped up and put in bucket. Then Daphne joins him, then Velma, then Fred when he finished watching. It Fred’s idea to put on leash, drag bare feet along pointy ground to find scary people.

Five years exactly since taken from house. Still I have belt around neck like dog. I boy not dog. Still new grownups name myself as “Scooby-Doo,” as talking dog. Purebred talking dog apparently betterer to handle than inbred talking boy.

Still I have no idea as to exact motivation behind capture. I eat vegetables required, I do homework. Perhaps not pleased that I take second grade as 15-year-old. I scary to see in front of mommy. Mommy not describe myself as scary. Don’t know. Just put on black tights break into window and drive me far far far that <<< way for two days in green van.

Then we find ghost people and take off faces. I no want to find ghost people, take off faces. They make me. I tell jokes. “TELL JOKE SCOOBY. DO FUNNY THING SCOOBY. WE GIVE YOU SCOOBY SNACK.” Scooby snacks composed made with chicken bone plus old cereal.

Shaggy pull on leash. Acts like I obeying when not. Kicks face often.

Velma seem nice at first. I work out deal with Velma to go away. She lie, she tells Shaggy. Shaggy and Velma kick face more. Cut nose still sick. Scars in reflection pool now black and hurting.

Daphne angry a lot but mostly tell me things and not kick face too often. Makes me cry more than face kick. “FUCK YOU RETARDED DOG.” I be not dog. Not sure if other thing, but I know I be not dog. Fred likes her. They take off clothes for each other and refuse me sleep quiet.

Fred worst of all. Fred gets weird look across face back in van at night. Uses same rusty doctor things to fill my veins with things I can’t pronounce. Says I have rabies and needing shots. Shots burn like fire only skin not protect. Most of areas still brown underneath plus hurts to breathe. I get hurt and tired and I see things things I see not exist.

They keep hacksaw in van “IN CASE YOU GET TOO BAD SCOOBY!” They got too bad, they got too bad, I done being polite, I stronger. Tonight I go home after making stream in back woods red with the all four of them.