Forgotten

My friend doesn't remember me. She used to protect me from those bullies. Now she won't. She sides with them, saying she doesn't even know me. All memories of me ever being her friend has been erased. I have been forgotten by her.

They forgot about me. They left me outside, locked the door on me. I screamed and I screamed, banging the door with my tiny fist until they hurt. That monster was out there, I knew it was. I heard scraping, something talking with a raspy voice. It was coming closer and no one would answer the door for me. I was crying. Telling them to please let me in. They did. I ran into the house. My mom said she thought I was already inside the house. How could she not noticed that I was gone? My brothers, I think one was laughing. That made me mad, so I went into my room and slammed the door. Mom got mad and started yelling, screeching at me. That just made me cry more.

She was my best friend. How could I not noticed. Should have known what was going on. So stupid.

Blast it.

Gramps is here. What the hell? He shows up after all this time. I'm at the school library. It has less filters than the cafeteria. Oh shit! He noticed me. Just say hi, pretend he's someone you know. Or maybe I can call out “HELP! HE'S TRYING TO MOLEST ME!” That seems to work in the movies.

He's still carrying that dumb book. How many books does he have?

He's walking around, hunched. He actually looks like some person that makes cookies for his grandchildren. (I like cookies. Especially chocolate chip cookies. Once I had a roach on my cookie, but I was too hungry to care, so I flicked the roach off and ate my cookie.) Or one of those people who wander around because they forgot who they were. Dementia. He looks so fragile. Not many people give second thought to a fragile looking old man. He can't harm anyone. He's too weak to hurt anyone.

It's a lie. He probably knows it. No one thinks about the weird old man who wanders around libraries. One would think that after watching a movie with an evil person who looked harmless, people would be more on guard. Unfortunately, real life does not work out that way. How sad.

Well, I'm going to see if I can take his book. If I don't post in ten minutes, you can guess what happened to me.


I chickened out. Oh well, better luck next time.

Well, I'm off.

An Update

I am fine everyone. Very fine. Nate is fine as well. He hasn't stepped through any doors, and he certainly isn't dead.
I haven't been updating since school has been keeping me busy.

Some Videos

School

 I wonder if my school allows blogspot. I should probably check tomorrow. I bring my laptop to school, so at lunchtime, I'm mostly on it. I usually go on TV Tropes, or I just research random things. Mostly murder cases and such. Anyone remember The Black Dahlia. I looked up her pictures on google image and boy, were they creepy. I'm surprised the school allowed those images. Anyone ever heard of Boy in the Box. It was a dead boy is some box. I believe he was a victim of child abuse. I had an encyclopedia on unsolved cases. It was a library book, so I had to return it.

I am reminded of other abuse cases. Silvia Likens was tortured by her peers and later died of shock. AJ Schwarz died when his step-mom killed him. That boy was brought out of an abusive household and put in a worse situation. I detest abuse. I just loathe it. I think that's why I want to become an investigator. To help out other people. Although, sometimes I might have to see if a person is being unfaithful, so I may have to tell who ever hired me to not kill their spouse. I don't want to have a guilty conscious.

Explanation

Went hiking yesterday. It was fun. I like hiking and exploring. There were a lot of trees and shrubs. Even though there were many trees, there was barely any shade. My family and I were trying to get to the top of the hill, but because of how hot it was, we ended up going back. We didn't even get to reach the top. Dad said we can try again next time.

I also visited Nate today, and yesterday as well. I gave him a soda and a bag of chips.

I told him about those creatures and what they were.

“Those Doors lead to the Empty City. It's called Empty because if you go in there, you'll be alone. It's always changing, so you'll get lost easily. And it eats its victims.”

When I said that, he looked mournful.

I continued. “That boy you met is The Cold Boy. He freezes people. Makes 'em freeze to death.”

(Ice Lad seems like a good nickname.)

I told him there are others. I already met two of them Gramps (Blind Man, or GRANDFATHER, if you're the Archive people), and The Rake (when I was a small child.)

Although, now you can say I've met more. Doors, which is more of Nate's problem. So that makes three. 

Damn.

I visit Nate everyday. I visit him to make sure he doesn't open a door and go through it.

 

I don't want to lose anyone.

Another Meeting

 Nate answered the door yesterday. He looked tired. I mean tired. He had bags under his eyes and his gait was wobbly. He was shaking really bad. He said he was sorry for not answering the door but he has been really busy the past few days. I asked him what and he closed the door on my face. I did the only thing I could do. I waited outside until he came out.

He did. After half an hour. “Go home,” he said.

I refused. I had questions. I wanted answers, so I asked him about those creatures.

I'll try to write the conversation to the best of my abilities.

K: “What are they?”

N: “I don't know.”

K: “What can you tell me about them?”

N: “I don't even know what they are. How the hell can I tell you anything?”

K: “Try your best?”

N: “All I know is that there are doors appearing and whenever one opens the door there's this city. This fucking city. How the hell is that even possible? And Des-”

He looked like he was about to say something but he stopped himself. I wonder if something bad happened, so I didn't push it. I can get that information later.

N: “And there's this boy who followed me around, complaining about being cold and singing creepy tunes. Now are you happy with your new information?”

I didn't answer him. To say I was happy would be a lie. To say I was unhappy is another lie.

I just wanted information. That was all that mattered to me. That is all that matters. Information. I like to gather information. No, there are other things that matter. I think.

I know the Archive  has information, but I like other people's ideas?, facts?, whatever, on these creatures.

My life is pretty much mudane compared to the others. I just hope it stays that way.

Music

I'm just going to spam my followers with music. I now have more than one follower. Interesting.









Enjoy.

I'll try and visit Nate today. I have been visiting him, but he has not answer the door.

I'm neither a player ( I do play the game, sometimes, but I wouldn't call myself a player. I mostly watch the game.), nor a proxy. I guess you can call me something else, Dia. If you have any questions, ask and I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

You probably want to know how I know about you.