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My Journal,
...Are you afraid of anything?
I am.
But it couldn't possibly be anything normal. Normal is too much.
I'm afraid of myself.
Looking in the mirror, I see me. But what I see's not scary until things flash.
But I'm fine.
I'll just sit here and scream.
My lock was on upside down this morning. After fiddling with the upside-down lock for a while, I managed to open it. Upon opening it... it was terrible. I saw everything how it shouldn't be. There were dark stains on the fabric of my brand-new jacket which I'd left in there, and every page in this book was stained as well. Even the cover was tarnished. On top of that, there was red... liquid going down the sides of the locker and as well on the wall. As I turned my head away, things began to flash between black and white. After a moment, the flashing stopped and things were back to normal. I put the stuff back in my locker and shut it. "Hey, Chi!" Nagi, a classmate said from behind me. I looked up at her. "Whoa... wait, why are you crying?" I blanched. I hadn't even known I'd started crying from it. "Blood... it was everywhere..." I whispered and reached up to wipe my eyes. No! I couldn't have started crying from that... but... if I see it again. I know next time I won't be as lucky. Someday it'll stick. I'll be stuck.
My Journal,
It happened again.
Another flash. I saw myself this time. Blood was running down my face.
My eyes were shot red on the white and pure yellow on the iris.
The pupils were red. My hair was tattered and matted, with stuff encrusted onto the longer strands.
My dress was black and torn.
And I had far more than two arms.
I went to class like nothing happened, ignoring Nagi. I sat down in my seat and stared down at the mirror sewn onto my bag. Things flashed again. I saw myself. Another tear dropped, and like the first time, it flashed back out. I noticed that a little blood was dripping from my now clenched fist. I un-clenched my fist and looked at it. My cross charm for my necklace was outlined by blood. I guess I must've been gripping it too hard. No duh, brain. Either way, the teacher came into the room. "Alright, class, we'll get started, if you'll please calm down..." The low roar of the classroom proceeded to get louder. I sighed. "Need any help, 'Teach?" I asked, standing up. "If you'll please." The teacher said gratefully. "Okay, today's my latest idea for a loud noise to grab their attention... hand me the mic and cover your ears, please." The teacher did so and I raised the mic to my mouth. With a sudden breath of air, I screeched into the microphone, creating a horrible high-pitched noise. It was intentional, of course, but... I flashed again. This time, I didn't come out.
"Hey, where's Chi? Wasn't she just here, screeching into the mic?" A random girl asked. But the microphone was laying on the floor, still regaining dome sense of balance from when Chi disappeared. "Chi!" Nagi shouted, obviously hoping for an answer. "Where did Ms. Blood go?" The teacher asked and looked around with panicked eyes. "Well... we appear to be missing our star student." "STAR?" Suzi, the class's perfectionist asked. "Well, yes. She asked me to not draw attention to her. I guess she wasn't expecting to diappear like this." "HOW COULD SHE BE BETTER THAN ME?" Suzi asked frantically. "We have to get her back and into her place! I won't stand for her to just... just LET me believe that!" "Well, I'm sure she'll return... eventually..." "With all due respect, 'Teach, Chi wouldn't come back to here if she was returned. She would go somewhere else." Everyone stared at Nagi. "How would you know? Doesn't she hate you?" One boy piped up. "Her Journal was laying on the floor. She hates this place."
Screaming, I moved back to the wall. Black everywhere. Blood everywhere else. "Calm down. You can't possibly be scared of your own mind, can you?" A voice said. "This... is NOT... my mind!" I screamed and kept backing against the wall. "Well you created us. Remember your nightmare drawings? Essentially, you designed us. Shall I explain it like a video game?" "Th-that'd be nice." "You are locked inside your mind. We don't know how, but when the flashes started we wanted you to stay. So here you are, in your mind you created. What will you do here? Can you get back? Will you ever be able to stop screaming? Probably not." "Nice trailer voice. But... proper introduction, please?" "Death." The voice from the shadows lurched forward, grabbing my face in both hands and making the blood disappear.
My Journal,
I'm afraid of life.
The classroom erupted into screams. Chi's bloody and battered body appeared out of nowhere and landed right where she had been standing. "Someone check her pulse!" "Is she breathing!?" "Yes, um... get the police, please.... there's been a death in the classroom." "I don't think she's got a pulse!" "Oh my god... she's dead!" "Breathe... please breathe..."
Deaths happen every day. But very rarely do they happen in our mind. So I guess this is goodbye, it was nice meeting you...
My Journal,
...Are you afraid of anything?
I am.
But it couldn't possibly be anything normal. Normal is too much.
I'm afraid of myself.
Looking in the mirror, I see me. But what I see's not scary until things flash.
But I'm fine.
I'll just sit here and scream.
My lock was on upside down this morning. After fiddling with the upside-down lock for a while, I managed to open it. Upon opening it... it was terrible. I saw everything how it shouldn't be. There were dark stains on the fabric of my brand-new jacket which I'd left in there, and every page in this book was stained as well. Even the cover was tarnished. On top of that, there was red... liquid going down the sides of the locker and as well on the wall. As I turned my head away, things began to flash between black and white. After a moment, the flashing stopped and things were back to normal. I put the stuff back in my locker and shut it. "Hey, Chi!" Nagi, a classmate said from behind me. I looked up at her. "Whoa... wait, why are you crying?" I blanched. I hadn't even known I'd started crying from it. "Blood... it was everywhere..." I whispered and reached up to wipe my eyes. No! I couldn't have started crying from that... but... if I see it again. I know next time I won't be as lucky. Someday it'll stick. I'll be stuck.
My Journal,
It happened again.
Another flash. I saw myself this time. Blood was running down my face.
My eyes were shot red on the white and pure yellow on the iris.
The pupils were red. My hair was tattered and matted, with stuff encrusted onto the longer strands.
My dress was black and torn.
And I had far more than two arms.
I went to class like nothing happened, ignoring Nagi. I sat down in my seat and stared down at the mirror sewn onto my bag. Things flashed again. I saw myself. Another tear dropped, and like the first time, it flashed back out. I noticed that a little blood was dripping from my now clenched fist. I un-clenched my fist and looked at it. My cross charm for my necklace was outlined by blood. I guess I must've been gripping it too hard. No duh, brain. Either way, the teacher came into the room. "Alright, class, we'll get started, if you'll please calm down..." The low roar of the classroom proceeded to get louder. I sighed. "Need any help, 'Teach?" I asked, standing up. "If you'll please." The teacher said gratefully. "Okay, today's my latest idea for a loud noise to grab their attention... hand me the mic and cover your ears, please." The teacher did so and I raised the mic to my mouth. With a sudden breath of air, I screeched into the microphone, creating a horrible high-pitched noise. It was intentional, of course, but... I flashed again. This time, I didn't come out.
"Hey, where's Chi? Wasn't she just here, screeching into the mic?" A random girl asked. But the microphone was laying on the floor, still regaining dome sense of balance from when Chi disappeared. "Chi!" Nagi shouted, obviously hoping for an answer. "Where did Ms. Blood go?" The teacher asked and looked around with panicked eyes. "Well... we appear to be missing our star student." "STAR?" Suzi, the class's perfectionist asked. "Well, yes. She asked me to not draw attention to her. I guess she wasn't expecting to diappear like this." "HOW COULD SHE BE BETTER THAN ME?" Suzi asked frantically. "We have to get her back and into her place! I won't stand for her to just... just LET me believe that!" "Well, I'm sure she'll return... eventually..." "With all due respect, 'Teach, Chi wouldn't come back to here if she was returned. She would go somewhere else." Everyone stared at Nagi. "How would you know? Doesn't she hate you?" One boy piped up. "Her Journal was laying on the floor. She hates this place."
Screaming, I moved back to the wall. Black everywhere. Blood everywhere else. "Calm down. You can't possibly be scared of your own mind, can you?" A voice said. "This... is NOT... my mind!" I screamed and kept backing against the wall. "Well you created us. Remember your nightmare drawings? Essentially, you designed us. Shall I explain it like a video game?" "Th-that'd be nice." "You are locked inside your mind. We don't know how, but when the flashes started we wanted you to stay. So here you are, in your mind you created. What will you do here? Can you get back? Will you ever be able to stop screaming? Probably not." "Nice trailer voice. But... proper introduction, please?" "Death." The voice from the shadows lurched forward, grabbing my face in both hands and making the blood disappear.
My Journal,
I'm afraid of life.
The classroom erupted into screams. Chi's bloody and battered body appeared out of nowhere and landed right where she had been standing. "Someone check her pulse!" "Is she breathing!?" "Yes, um... get the police, please.... there's been a death in the classroom." "I don't think she's got a pulse!" "Oh my god... she's dead!" "Breathe... please breathe..."
Deaths happen every day. But very rarely do they happen in our mind. So I guess this is goodbye, it was nice meeting you...
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