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Something strange is happening... Ever since the bus slammed into those people... People have been angry, violent and turning up dead. What's going on?


Submitted:Jan 17, 2013    Reads: 164    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   


Dear Journal,

So here it is, my first journal entry. The shrink said I should start one up. Maybe it'll help calm me down, relieve some anxiety. I hope so, something terrible happened on the way to school today. I had just gotten to school and out of the car and was walking to the campus when I guess one of the bus drivers lost control and hit a few people at the stop. God, it was awful. I didn't know the people but one of them died and the other two were hospitalized. There's already some rumors going around, that the driver started screaming some gibberish and was bleeding out of his eyes before crashing. I don't believe it. Not entirely at least. You know high schoolers and their gossip. I don't have enough friends to really be in the loop with everything so when I hear the news it's sometimes... distorted? Like have you ever played that game where you get a bunch of people in a circle and one person says a sentence and the person next to them is supposed to repeat that sentence to the next person and by the time it gets all the way around you end up with a completely different thing? You get the picture right? So screaming gibberish bleeding bus driver seems like one of those things that could have started as the bus driver saying "Holy shit!" before crashing into people and then bam. Wild rumor. Other than that, nothing else is all that exciting. Mom hasn't said "Hi" to me after I get home from school for going on three weeks now, Dad doesn't hardly say anything to anyone, dinners are awkwardly silently uncomfortable like usual. I'd go crazy if it wasn't for Max. But even he's getting old, I don't know how much longer he's got left. I've had him almost my whole life. I can't really even think about losing him without getting a little down. Anyways, I'll keep taking my pills and hope I feel bright and cheery! That is the point of those things right? Maybe they're helping, I don't know. Whatever.

Begrudgingly yours,

Ryan

1/22/2012 4:53 P.M.

P.S.

I think having to sign my name at the end of every entry is really lame but Dr. What's His Face insists on it. It makes more personal he says.

Dear Journal,

I passed the math test with a 94% which I'm pretty stoked about. I guess finding small things to be excited about sorta helps which the tension. I had an anxiety attack the other day right in the middle of class. I could hardly breathe, chest tightened up, sweating... The whole bit. I tried to get out of class but Mr. Thompson being even more of an asshole than usual got angry with me when I raised my hand to ask to be excused. Like a total freak out. Veins popping in the forehead, red face, yelling... Just for raising my hand! What's the deal with that? I just had to grit my teeth and wait for it to be over. But anyways, I told my mom about the test and she barely looked up from me as she watched TV. People's Court I believe so I know it was really important. Max is looking really sick, I'm pretty worried. His breathing is really ragged and he coughed up blood. I mentioned it at dinner last night and I got told not to talk about things with blood at the dinner table. Seriously? I brought it up to Dad after dinner and he kind of acknowledged me and said he'd take care of it and take him to the vet. When? Who knows? I'd take him myself but I don't have any money. Well I guess that's it for now. Dr. Snyder didn't say there was a minimum requirement for my entries so this is it. Crap, minimum requirement... English paper. I'll have to get on that.

Until I Show More "Improvement",

Ryan

1/25/2012 8:22 P.M.

Dear Journal,

I quit drinking soda and eating processed foods a week ago and I'm kinda glad I chose to do it then because the caffeine withdrawals are murder... But whatever pills they got me on really help take the edge off. Seems like a few other people could benefit from these things too. People at school, in stores... Everyone seems to have some kind of attitude. There were five fights in three days at school. One even hospitalized. Which reminds me, the person who died from the bus crash... Her name was Haley Smith. Her funeral is in two days and there's a candle light vigil tomorrow night. You'd think people would be a little more sad and less angry. Maybe they're angry because they're sad, I don't know. But this is a small town so emotion with events like this I guess are shared. Get everyone on pills and stop drinking soda and eating crap and they'll feel better. Ha. I feel better at least. It's amazing how much energy I have and how much my mood has improved just within a couple days. Speaking of mood changes, Mom said "Hi" to me when I got home today and the TV wasn't even on. It's some kind of record. Exactly 25 days since she last grunted at me in acknowledgment after school. Not only did she say "Hi" she smiled at me and hugged me. Which admittedly was a little strange but... Well it was nice. Even Dad was a little taken aback by my mom's strangely upbeat mood. It's a nice change though. That's all for now I guess.

Looking A Bit Brighter,

Ryan

2/4/2012 7:36 P.M.

Dear Journal,

Something weird is going on. Well, a couple strange things are going on. Someone got stabbed at school today. Stabbed. Like dead, and stabbed with a knife. People have been fucking lunatics. I don't get it. They're just snapping for no reason. Mom threw the phone at me today for closing the cupboard too loud. She missed luckily... But a minute later she went back to being all cheery and nice and weird. And I forgot to take my pills today. All day my head has been killing me and the weirdest part is... I could swear I've heard voices all day. Well one voice. Like, someone else's voice in my head. It was so strange. It was like it was suggesting things to me. I had to really restrain myself from hurling the phone back at my mother but God I really wanted to. I had to physically hold myself back from it. My head started acting up right after. I'll make sure to take my pills again tomorrow. I can't take them now because then I couldn't take them at the right time tomorrow. I tried taking some aspirin earlier but it only helped for a couple hours and it came right back. I can feel it even now... The neighbor's damn dog keeps barking and I just want to strangle it. It's making Max upset. I can just tell that he's annoyed, like his thoughts are in my head too. We've known each other for so long I guess so I can just tell. That candle light vigil is tonight and I think I'm gonna check it out. Show some support I guess. Not sure what good it'll do though. Dr. Snyder says I'm making good progress but I think he might need to see a therapist too. He was going on about all kinds of stuff I couldn't follow. Until next time old journal ol pal. I'm gonna see what I can do about this headache.

In Pain,

Ryan

2/5/2012 5:03 P.M

Dear Journal,

I... I don't know what to say... The vigil was a bad idea. It started out nicely enough but it became a bloodbath. People were on fire, beating each other... I saw someone get curbed. I mean Jesus Christ, the sheriff showed up and he just started shooting people. Classmates of mine were killed! I just started running. Someone through a rock and it hit me on the forehead. I got home and that dog was barking and barking and my head has just been worse and worse and that voice told me to kill it and I knew that Max would be happy so... So I did. I went into their backyard and... God... I twisted its head around. The sound of it... I threw up when I got inside. That voice in my head... It's been louder and louder and I don't know what to do. I... I've never killed an animal before. It's like I wasn't in control of my body, it just happened. I wish I could say "it all happened so fast" but it didn't. I twisted its head around slow. Oh God... I think I might puke again. I was scared! I mean I just saw people getting massacred! I'm so freaked out right now... Mom and Dad weren't anywhere to be found in the house... I checked the whole place with my baseball bat in my hand. I'm exhausted... I want to get some sleep but I know it wont happen. I need to close my eyes though... My head feels like it's being ripped open.

Freaked the Hell Out,

Ryan

2/5/2012 10:51 P.M.

Dear Journal,

Fuck anxiety problems. This journal is now my will just in case I die. I'm leaving everything to Max. I just popped about four of my pills and I still can't stop shaking... At least my head feels better now and the voice is gone. But holy shit... I closed my eyes and must have dosed off for a couple hours. Next thing I know, I wake up, the lights are on, with my parents looking down staring at me while I was asleep. And God they had these smiles on their faces and their eyes... Maybe it was the light but their eyes looked solid black. After I screamed like a girl and almost pissed myself (they didn't even flinch when I jumped and screamed) they kept staring at me and talked to each other. They said something about my progress being more 'stable' I think is the word they used. They said for some reason the 'bonding' was working without 'chemical interference.' What the hell does that mean? I asked them what they were talking about but they just ignored me. They went to leave and just stared at me grinning like freaks and flipped the light off. I've never been more freaked out. I'm feeling tingly right now and that voice is is coming back but really faintly... Like a bad AM radio station. I'm about to have an anxiety attack, I can feel it coming. I'm going to sit the corner of my room with my bat until morning and... I'll figure something out then. I think it's safe to say I wont be going to school tomorrow. I'm going to have to puke again. Out of pills now though.

Let's Hope I Get to Make Another Entry,

Ryan

2/6/2012 1:31 A.M.

Dear Journal,

I think this is what people call shock. My parents are both dead. It looks like they tore each others throats out. And they had blood coming out of their eyes. I don't... I don't even know what to do. I think I'm going to see what's going on outside.

Ryan

2/6/2012 7:20 A.M.

Dear Journal,

Almost everyone is dead. Bodies all over the streets, fires still smoldering. People still smoldering. There were a few still alive. I talked to Bob who runs the liquor store. How a guy who's blood pressure is like a geyser managed to survive is beyond me. He said his wife dived head first out of their window and he just locked himself in his attic. There was also Flint Farelly, borderline schizo who was roaming the street muttering to himself. I tried to get some sense out of him, all he said was the invasion failed and something about chemical interference. The same thing my parents were talking about. I sure am feeling better now though. I got back home about a half hour ago. We'll go figure something out with the bodies a little later. We? I meant me. I think. Max is feeling better too. He seems so much younger. His eyes match mine too. Black. Like they should be. And he was happy about the neighbor's dog like I thought. The first attempt was a failure but things should run smoother now. Although this incident might be a significant set back. The authorities will get wind of this soon. We'll figure something out. They seem to trust their animals. Like Max.

I just went back and read that last bit. What the hell was that all about? Maybe I'll talk to Flint again, however crazy he sounded maybe he knows something. Max seems awfully cheery today. Amazing that even in all the craziness he's looking even better than before. He just came in my room wagging his tail and looking like he wants to go for a walk. Yeah, I should take him out for a walk. I can just tell with him. Take him for a walk. A long walk... To the next town over. It's not too far. Max wants to go. So let's go.

Ryan





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