Over the edge

I don't know how much longer I can deal with this. I haven't slept at all in the last few days. It feels like there are fingers grabbing at my brain. Its so...invasive. Its worse than feeling like something was tugging on me. It feels like something is rummaging around in my thoughts. Slender Man is looking for somewhere in my mind that he can use to get to me with. If he finds even one crack in my defense that he can slither into, I'm dead. There won't be Malkin, just some mindless proxy. I'm doing everything I can to keep him out. Not sleeping seems to be the only surefire way to repel him, as evidenced by me ending up with a knife in my leg the last time I actually got a good night's sleep.

My leg is fine, by the way. The knife didn't go in too deeply and the wound isn't bleeding too much. The leg is the least of my problems, though. I refuse to go outside my room. Each time I do, slendy is standing at the end of the hallway that leads to our living room. I tried walking toward him once, thinking he'd leave, but he didn't budge at all. I even ran at him, but all I did was crash into his torso and wake up a few minutes later in bed.

He knows I'm going to go try and help Chastin. He doesn't want me to do that, however, until he's found a way to break me. So, he won't let me leave. Its so simple...

Chastin is losing his memory, one of the big warning signs of someone transforming into a proxy. I'm only barely holding out from becoming one, too. God dammit, I can't keep doing this....I just want this to all be a nightmare.

Please....let us go.