DAY 9

The days are longer.

Sometimes I look out of the window at the pigeons outside. They are my friends. I throw them food, because I am frightened that they will fly away and leave me for ever. Edward 2 is jealous of them.

Edward 2 keeps telling me to drink wine and vodka - he says they taste better mixed together as well. I don't want to do it, but he says he will leave me if I don't. He mustn't leave. I can't be alone again.

Hamish keeps saying Edward 2 is trying to force me to do things. Hamish is a good friend, but Edward 2 promises that he has only my best interests at heart.


I believe him.

DAY ?

Everything's fine now. It's OK. I'm OK. The mystery person was just a new friend of mine. His name is Edward 2.


He's a good friend. He's better than the ones who left here. Why did they leave me? Friends don't leave.

Edward 2 will never leave. He says he will stay for ever.

He can drink a whole bottle of wine in under 7 minutes.

I love him.

DAY 6

There is someone else in this apartment with me. I know it. I can sense it.

I decided to set a test. I put this block of wood in the middle of the floor last night, to prove it.


Look! In the morning, it had moved! I'm telling you! LOOK AT THE BLOCK OF WOOD!


They're trying to make me snap. I won't give in. I'm stronger than they are. You won't make me snap. Do you hear me? You will NOT make me snap! Do you hear me?!

DAY 5

I was feeling down today, so I watched my favourite film, Love Actually, while crying and masturbating until I fell asleep.

I wandered up and down the halls for a while, shouting out occasionally. There might be someone who answers. You never know.

I gave up after a while.


Time for a drink.

DAY 4

I cleaned the apartment today. It was filthy, all caked in grime and dust. It felt satisfying. Pure. I wiped the surfaces down a couple of dozen times, just to be thorough.

Received another Christmas card. I almost cried with happiness.

I don't know what to do with myself, really. Nobody to talk to. No-one in the flat. No-one in the halls. I decided to chat to Hamish, my toy seal. I made him reply, too. He can be funny sometimes, especially when he tells jokes.

Maybe I'll watch a film or two.

DAY 3

Quick note; I could have sworn I heard a noise outside the flat. I went to investigate, but nobody was there.

Maybe I'm just a teensy bit nervous.

Reminder to self: should buy some more sherry tomorrow

DAY 3

A relaxing day! I spent most of it stroking the beautiful new Christmas cards gifted to me from my work colleagues, and eating ice-cream. Nothing like a seasonal treat to enflame the Christmas spirit!

Well, I must admit as much. Being here alone is a touch monotonous. No thumping music next door. No clinking noises from the kitchen. No voices clattering up and down the corridor. Just quiet.

...It's wonderful! Although, I will say, do miss having somebody to talk to. A someone with whom I may discuss the trials and tribulations of life

It's not so bad. I talk to myself instead sometimes.

They say talking to oneself if the first sign of mental imbalance. I don't think so. I'm just expressing my own thoughts out loud, really.

I ran out of wine, so I bought a small bottle of sherry. It's sweet and tasty. I wouldn't drink it all at once. That would be irresponsible.

DAY 2

The benefits of detachment from all other humans in the apartment laid themselves bare to me this evening. The moment I had thundered into the flat, my clothes were no more; I had stripped to my socks and treated myself to a clementine.

Yes, there are those who call me eccentric. I prefer the term cerebrally heteromorphic.

It's not as if anybody can see me. Or hear me, for that matter. I decided to watch a film with the volume turned up to the fullest setting. And I left my door open. It felt...liberating. I am free!

Still a splash of wine in the bottom of the bottle. May as well polish it off. No harm done.

DAY 1

I'm alone. Owen left today, meaning I'm the only human living in this flat. And possibly the only human living within these entire halls.

I'm not sure I mind too much! Silence is golden. Et cetera. I may become bored, though. If only a little. Ah well. I have work to keep me occupied.

I have a drop of wine left in the fridge. Hmm...I think I'll have a small drink. Not too much. Just to celebrate. You know, with it being Christmas. And all that.