Imagine slowly losing your sense of self, not to time or memory, but to something far more sinister—a force that consumes your mind, body, and soul, leaving you as little more than a fleeting echo. For one girl, this nightmare became her reality. Possessed by an unknown entity, she clings to brief moments of clarity, where she can write and express the depths of her suffering before being swallowed by the darkness once again. In this haunting letter, she shares her pain, fear, and the heartbreaking knowledge that soon, she will be lost forever. This letter is a glimpse into her soul, a cry for help before the inevitable silence.
Dear [Recipient],
I don’t know how much time I have, but I need to write this before I slip away again. Every day, I feel myself fading, disappearing into something I can’t control. There’s this darkness, this… presence inside me that takes over, and I can barely hold on to who I am anymore.
At first, it was just moments. I would feel like I was watching myself from somewhere far away, like my mind was trapped behind a wall. I could still see, hear, and feel everything, but I wasn’t in control. Then, the gaps started to grow longer. I would lose hours—sometimes entire days—and when I returned, I didn’t remember where I had been or what I had done.
Now, it’s getting worse. The hours where I’m me—just me—are slipping away, like sand running through my fingers. Each time I wake up, it feels like there’s less of me left, like the person I once was is fading into nothing. And when it is in control… I can feel it. I feel it moving my body, making me do things I can’t even remember.
I’m so scared. Scared that soon, I won’t come back at all. That whatever is inside me will take over completely, and I’ll just be gone—like I never existed. I don’t know how long I have, but I can feel it… the pull. It’s like sinking into an endless, cold ocean, and I’m drowning, gasping for breath, but no one can hear me.
I don’t know why this is happening to me. I never did anything to deserve this, but here I am, losing myself to something I can’t fight. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to be forgotten. I’m still here, clinging to these few moments of clarity, but I don’t know for how long. Each time I come back, it feels harder, like I’m fighting a battle I’m destined to lose.
I miss being whole. I miss feeling like I was real. Now, I’m just a shadow, caught between what I used to be and what’s taking me over. And I’m terrified that one day soon, I won’t be able to come back to write this, to feel anything.
If I’m gone and you read this, please remember me. Please know that I fought to stay, that I tried with everything I had. I just don’t know if I’m strong enough anymore.
I hope… I hope there’s still a little bit of me left when you read this. But if I’m already gone… I’m sorry.
Love,
[Her name]
The letter you’ve just read is more than a mere note—it is a testament to the fragility of the human spirit when faced with forces beyond its control. In her final words, the girl offers a heartbreaking plea to be remembered, to not be consumed entirely by the darkness that was taking her. Her story is a chilling reminder of how much we take for granted—our identity, our sense of self, our consciousness. As her moments of lucidity faded, so too did her connection to the world, leaving behind only this letter as proof that she had once fought to stay. Though she feared being forgotten, this letter ensures that her struggle, her pain, and her story will not be lost to the abyss.
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