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Obluda... Just the name gives me chills. The vibe seems so much different from the emails. They were a little unnerving, but I still thought 'How romantic!'. Now I just...want to know his face. But I'm scared. Why am I scared?
How am I supposed to believe this is real? That I'm really here...and that he's really here? Even if he was a kidnapper, it's not like I'm being kept in a random basement somewhere.
I guess there never was a better time to keep a journal. This really just is...too much. My head hurts. Like it's about to explode from too much information. But it's just the opposite. I've already forgotten so much of my life, and now I can't even remember my studies.
All those classes, essays, research... It's all gone. I can't recall a single case, and I can only remember the most basic laws that I already knew growing up. What will be next? My teen years? Friends? Family? Don't let me forget my parents. Please not them.
I have to focus on the future, don't I? I'm not losing my mind. There's an explanation for everything. I'll see my parents soon. I'm sure I will.
Just what...am I supposed to do now? Am I just supposed to start walking in a random direction and hope I hit real civilization eventually? I can't just sit here forever.
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[ written neatly; she's sitting on the front steps with an umbrella draped over her shoulder, so the occasional drop of water can be seen on the page ]
I don't even know what the date is. I never thought to ask until now. It's still September, isn't it? Is it a new moon? It's so much darker than usual, and the rain isn't helping.
...Still, it's kind of peaceful outside.
Obluda... Just the name gives me chills. The vibe seems so much different from the emails. They were a little unnerving, but I still thought 'How romantic!'. Now I just...want to know his face. But I'm scared. Why am I scared?
How am I supposed to believe this is real? That I'm really here...and that he's really here? Even if he was a kidnapper, it's not like I'm being kept in a random basement somewhere.
I guess there never was a better time to keep a journal. This really just is...too much. My head hurts. Like it's about to explode from too much information. But it's just the opposite. I've already forgotten so much of my life, and now I can't even remember my studies.
All those classes, essays, research... It's all gone. I can't recall a single case, and I can only remember the most basic laws that I already knew growing up. What will be next? My teen years? Friends? Family? Don't let me forget my parents. Please not them.
I have to focus on the future, don't I? I'm not losing my mind. There's an explanation for everything. I'll see my parents soon. I'm sure I will.
Just what...am I supposed to do now? Am I just supposed to start walking in a random direction and hope I hit real civilization eventually? I can't just sit here forever.
[/Private]
[ written neatly; she's sitting on the front steps with an umbrella draped over her shoulder, so the occasional drop of water can be seen on the page ]
I don't even know what the date is. I never thought to ask until now. It's still September, isn't it? Is it a new moon? It's so much darker than usual, and the rain isn't helping.
...Still, it's kind of peaceful outside.