... It's been a while since I've picked up this journal. I don't think I've written in it since I was ten. That was nearly 6 years ago. I've kind of shoved this book in the back of my closet, trying to forget about it. But I felt like coming back to write about my day again. I might need it in case something happens. But not just to me. To Biscuit. Remember my last entry 5 years ago? About his nightmare? Yeah. That wasn't a one time thing. It won't go away. Whatever this creature in his dreams is keeps coming back to torture him. Biscuit is too scared to sleep because of it and he's exhausted. He keeps falling asleep at school and randomly passing out during the day. I feel terrible for him. Lately I've been going through the same thing. Constantly having this dream of being trapped in a tiny space I could barely breathe in. I refused to let myself sleep because of how scared I was to see that dream for the hundredth time. But now that I know Biscuit's suffering from the exact same problem, I've been depriving myself of sleep to make sure /he's/ alright. Not just myself. Lately though, Biscuit hasn't been letting me help him. He hasn't been letting /anyone/ help him for that matter. Constantly locking him in his room for hours on end. Refusing to talk to anyone or let anyone in his room. Dad can usually persuade Biscuit to talk by, ironically, giving him a Biscuit, and Mom can literally just say his name in order to get him to talk to her. But not even /she/ can convince him to speak to anyone. I'm so worried about him. He won't talk to me anymore. He used to be so cheerful and happy. But now I barely ever see his face anymore. Figuratively and literally. A bunch of kids at his school made fun of him back when he started school about 5 years ago. Called him stupid because he had no idea how to speak, read, or write. But the thing that hurt him most was when they made fun of his eyes. And I haven't seen the upper half of Biscuit's face since. He always has his hair blocking his eyes. I miss seeing his face. Lately I've been checking on him during the middle of the night to see if he's alright, since most of the time he forgets to lock his door after dinner. I always find him in the same place. Underneath his bed, chewing on the necklace mom got for him to do so. Last night though was weird. I didn't go to him. He came to me. I hadn't slept all week, and I felt like I was going to drop dead at any point now. The lights on my head were flickering and my screen was glitching out. It was around 3 in the morning when I finally snapped out of my weird half-asleep daze to the feel someone chewing on the end of my tail. When I looked down, Biscuit was standing sitting on the floor, chewing on the needle on the end of my tail. Obviously, I didn't want him to hurt himself, so immediately I yanked my tail out from in between his teeth, slow enough I wouldn't pierce him. I asked him what he was doing and he told me with a cracked voice he was upset because I never came to check on him. I didn't know whether to feel upset or somewhat happy. I never actually thought he noticed me in his room since I kind of just stood and watched him at the door. I didn't even say anything to him. All I did was pat the pillow next to me and he immediately climbed onto my bed and laid down next to me. I watched him for a while until eventually seeing him sleep made me finally fall asleep too. ... I hope Biscuit ends up okay. I don't want to see him going through the same stuff I'm going through.
