Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween

Too bad I won't be able to go trick or treating.

I am reminded of a song.

I really want some candy. Perferably chocolate.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Why I Do the Things I Do

I write this blog. I believe the correct term is type.

Why do I write? It's simply a way for me to get my story out. A rememberence thing. I always prefered the written word to the spoken word. With the written, people can always go back and read it. The spoken word can be tempered with, especially by memory. Memory can disort things, make people believe something different happened.

No no, that description does not do it justice. People remember things the way they want to. They misinterpeted words. It is much harder to do that with the written word. At least for me it is. Then again, I've never been good with the spoken word. That was one of the reasons why I felt comfortable with books. I can always go back and read it.

They were also my friends when the other kids didn't want to play with me. I can always pretend with books. Pretend that people actually wanted to spend time with me, and that I was some hero.  Doesn't every kid have these fantasies?

 If someone were to tell me their story, I may forget what their story. It is especially frustrating when I never see that person again, and I didn't get to write their story down as they were telling it. (I had to write Nate's story down while he told me it.)

He was wondering why I chose to write it down, but he shrug it off.

I really wish he would let me leave this hotel room. How long have I been here? I wasn't keeping track.

Another reason why I write this blog is so that other people will remember me in some form. I don't want to be forgotten. When people forget they leave. Always. They always leave.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

I hope this works

Seriously, this time thingy was really bothering me.

Story Time

This has got to be the most boring week ever. I did nothing but stay in the hotel and either slept or go on the internet. Nate wouldn't let me leave the hotel room. He said something about it being "better" this way.

Nate, I have school to go to and a family that needs me back. I'm fucking teenager. I need to go to school to get an education, not running, or whatever the hell we're doing.
The end of my rant.

Well, I finally got the whole story from Nate. I know what happened to him, and to Destiny. They were close. Very close. He was emotionally cold toward others. Distant. Destiny thought he was interesting, so she approched him. At first, he thought she was annoying (much like how he viewed me. Thanks for telling me Nate) but she grew on him.

They started seeing each other. I don't know if they were just friends or more, Nate didn't tell me.

Destiny and Nate often spent their days in an abandon building. Nate was a few years older than Destiny. He was twenty-one, while she was nineteen. Both were attending the same college. And both were in the same classes.

Destiny and Nate spent their days in an abandoned building because, as Nate said, they wanted to get away from it all. Especially Nate. He thinks that his childhood probably wasn't a happy one. He can't really say, since he can't remember it.

One day, a Door appeared in the abandon building. Destiny, being curious, showed Nate the Door.
She made the mistake of opening the Door.

There was this city, different from the one they were living in. He said they were somewhere in Idaho, he can't remember.

Destiny wanted to explore it, so she told Nate to let her go through, and if she doesn't like it, she can just turn back.

Nate was a little cautious about going through unexplained doors, but after talking with her, he agreed. The only thing was, she had to keep the Door opened.

And so she went in, and the Door slammed shut. Nate tried opening the Door, but it wouldn't budge. As quickly as the door had appeared, it disappeared.

Nate visited the building in hopes of the Door reappearing, but it never did.

As he went into the building, he noticed that it was getting colder and colder. He had to bring a jacket because of the cold.

He met a small, bluish boy when he visited the building. The boy kept saying he was cold, so Nate offered the boy the jacket.

The boy looked at Nate, smiled, and sang this rhyme:
"Willy, a helpful boy but not well sighted,
Built a fireplace fire and self ignited;
Now, with the flames dying down and the room growing chilly,
Would someone please re-light Willy?"
(I had to search the internet for this. It's a good thing Nate remembered the gist of this rhyme.)

The boy then said something cruel about Destiny, so Nate punched the boy in the face. The boy's face cracked, and he smiled at Nate.

"You're a very cold man," he said.

Nate told me that he punched the kid again, but his hands were freezing and the hurt, and when he looked at the boy, he saw that the child's face had more cracks on it.

"You're a very cold man."

Nate got out of the building as quickly as he could, and ran. He's been on the run ever since.

That's his story.

He doesn't think he'll ever see Destiny again. Not after what I told him about the city that changes. The Empty City.

Nate's back, (he went to go get food) bye.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

This is Boring

I spent all of today in the hotel room doing practically nothing. Meh.

I really need to see my family right now. They're probably worried about me.

Unless they forgot about me.

No, no, I mustn't think that. Nate's asleep. I don't feel like waking him up.

This is so boring. The only thing I can do is go on the internet, but the connection is crappy, and it often turns off.

I guess this is the perfect oppurtunity to ask Nate some more questions. I'll do it once he awakes.

Until then, ciao~

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


Nate just kidnapped me. Yeah. On the bright side, no school work. On the down side, if I go back to school, I have to catch up with all that work.
Oh, and I also threw up a lot.
He was nice enough to let me have my computer.
We're in a car right now. He's driving it.
Tired. I'm going back to sleep. Will type later.
Stopped at some hotel. Have internet now.

I'm going on youtube to watch some videos. Maybe some of those movies. Good thing I had my stuff in my backpack. And by stuff I mean dvds and books. The dvds were in my backpack because I left them there and forgot about them. The books. I like to read.

My family. I wonder if they even noticed that I'm gone. They're going to be very sad. Maybe I can ask Nate if he could let me go home. I'm beginning to miss them.

He said no. It's better if I stay away from them.

Nate, I like you and all, but taking me away from my family is not the way to solve anything. What I mean is, hell. Kidnapping me isn't going to solve anything.

Where are we anyways?

I'm going to ask Nate.

He won't say anything except that we're in a hotel. I...already knew that.

I asked him how he kidnapped me and he said chloroform. He kidnapped me right around four, and it's six now. He also said I woke up not too long after he used that chloroform, looked at him, and then went right back to sleep.

Which reminds me; Where did Nate get chloroform?

Well, I can try to describe my settings to entertain myself.

There are two beds. A nightstand is between them. The floors are carpeted. I am terrible at this.

New try. The room is very small, with two beds, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. The carpet has some stains on it, I believe they're either piss or shit stains. Most likely from an animal, but animals aren't allowed in this hotel. I think. Now there's an image in my head of some dude shitting on the floor. Very odd image indeed.


Friday, October 7, 2011

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I hate. I hate. Hmmm. The words I want to say, what do I want to type? How my day went? Great. My friends don't remember me, so they should just die. Die. Die? I should just die?
Why have friends? They'll just leave me or hate me or die on me.

Girls. Boys. None of them was safe from that wretched creature.
 Why didn't I die? Why did it leave me alive with these memories?

There was the very nice girl and she wanted to play with me. She actually wanted to play with me. Me! Of all people and she chose me.
I was never a popular child. Back then, I guess I can say I was an awkward child. I wonder if that's why people bully me.
Anyway, she saw me sitting in the corner, staring. I didn't have any friends to play with, so I just retreated into my mind. She came up to me and asked if I wanted to play with her and her friends. I accepted her request, and she help me gain some friends. I was so happy and thankful for that.

It wasn't until a few months later that she died. She fucking died. Mommy and daddy told me she moved away. They all moved away. I found out the truth. They were killed. Murdered.

She was practically torn to shreds. They were practically torn to shreds.

They were just children. They didn't deserve that. To be killed like that.

And I didn't even get to thank Hunter for trying to kill that bastard.

It should have just killed me.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Do I really need to title this?

Happy, happy, I'm so happy and joyous and giddily inside. Is giddily even a word? It should be. It is a word.
I am happy. Don't believe me. See, I am smiling and laughing. Oh wait, you can't see me. Stupid me. Stupid, stupid, stupid me. Can't do anything right.

But I am fine, despite my numerous flaws.
Really, I am!
Believe me, I am fine. No, I'm joyful.

I feel so emhaptypy inside. Happy, I meant happy.

I'm such a failure.

happy joyful living happy joyous merry mirthful

forget me

please don't

overjoyed perky 

Let's listen to some fun songs!

What songs are fun? Hmm...

I know!

My friends are forgetting me. They make promises to me, but then forget them. They forget my name, or my face. They forget the things I did with them. They forget to help me when I get picked on. They look at me as if I'm a stranger. A stranger. Strange.

Forgotten. My name, my face, my being. Forgotten.

He's making them forget. And I was so stupid not to realize this. I wrote it off as something else, when in reality, it was Him all along. He is the culprit. For what reason? Hell if I know.