Esther's journal: chapter 2

Day 31:
*handwriting is slightly different*
I've neglected to tell you of my existence. People have dubbed me "Smiles" or "Smiley". If you read this, you probably think I'm insane. You are correct in that assumption. But, isn't it odd for a psyche to know they are insane? No. They are aware of the fact in my case, and enjoy it immensely. I have torn out pages to hide my true intentions from view of prying intelligence. The could evict me from this threshold I reside in if my source was leaked. There's your daily dose of me, world. Enjoy. From darkness with love.

Day 32:
*handwriting is wobbly and scribbled*
I've gnawed my fingers to the bone, literally. I cannot take this burden any longer. *illegible beyond that*

*missing days 33-40*

Day 41:
*written in blood*
Now, if this would erase as well as promised, I would've killed more of those idiots. The asylum employees tried to administer sedatives to me while I was resting. The first one to try was hidden in my mattress, but was discovered due to his annoyingly profuse bleeding. They then continued their efforts until I snapped. I pulled Mourn out of my pocket dimension and slaughtered the entire psychiatric wing. I left few as slaves. Ark has given up hope for me, and has now become my enemy. I have begun some minor experiments on the remaining survivors in hopes of making my own team, or permanently killing off all of these vermin that infest MY realm. I begin tomorrow with larger mutations and mutilations. Wish me luck, friend.