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This is the end of what I have already wrote, shall I continue?

I am now sitting back in the room in this straight jacket myself. Grim has been a bad boy and has probably got me into so much trouble. I cannot believe how weak I have become since my mother died. Grim has taken over more and more. I cannot let him take over but I have no way to get stronger. Why am I the one in this room? I am now just thinking about what happened earlier and trying to process it all. This whole thing has happened in a blur. My eyes are blurry, the tears are just streaming down. I am imagining a large love heart shaped fountain.  It is getting dark outside now. I can see out of the little window beside the door. There is a man standing outside and he has not moved since I was sent in here, I mean it is not as if I am going to run away and I do not think anyone would try and steal me after all if my gran goes to jail I really do have nobody. Well, nobody but Cat and Grim. Cat and Grim have either improved my life or absolutely destroyed. I am still trying to figure out which one it is. It may take a while to figure out but that does not matter as I may be here for a while anyway.