All Ends With Beginnings

You are Princess Luna.

And you were slightly confused. You stared at the two creatures in front of you. Pedestrians you took to calling them.

Mostly because all they seem to do is wander the street. You took a slight break in your travels to witness the odd creatures and their behaviors. These two were just touching each other.

Not sexually...you think. You weren’t sure what to think. They were sliding their bony hands across their faces. Their digits exploring the smooth tight skin across their bodies.

Feeling each imprint from the skeletal structure of their skull across their face. Honestly you couldn’t say you were terrified of them anymore. Unsettled sure, but not terrified. They acted too odd, too unpredictable to strike terror into your soul.

They were actually kind of silly.

A nice change of pace from the horrible gore and life threatening danger you’ve experienced since your time here. You haven’t let up your guard though. Despite the occasionally silly though mostly unsettling attitude of these monsters, you still didn’t trust the environment around you. They could still attack you, and not just for running into them at full speed like last time.

Just a slight bump is enough to make them attack. Even if it is just enough to get you away from them, it’s proven difficult to walk down the street. You weren’t sure what Anon was supposed to be getting at.

Neither from their representation in the journal nor what he said at the park.

parparparparparparkkkkkkkk

You groaned. You shook your head and turned your attention away from the two pedestrians to continue your journey. A slight headache was coming back. All this blunt trauma can’t be healthy.

A sign reading ‘North Elroy Street’ caught your attention. Finally! Just another block until-

*BOOM*

A large explosion cut your internal celebration short. The sound was coming from the direction South Elroy was supposed to be. Oh Tartarus.

You cantered down the street, dodging the creatures as you did so to figure out what exactly happened.

By the heavens.

Fire.

Fire and rubble and ash. And a few dead pedestrians.

“What in the hay?”

A crowd of pedestrians began forming around the flames, crowding around it and staring like it were a spectacular bonfire. You looked around for the cause of this. One of those large car things, which seemed to have a large metal cylinder on its back, was split in two. Metal was twisted and most of it was on fire.

You could make out a sign on one of the halves of the large tank through the bellowing smoke.

’DANGER! GASOLINE! No smoking or open flames!’

Looking at the candles the pedestrians were holding it wasn’t hard to piece together what had happened. Large amounts of structural damage to the surrounding buildings left a large amount of rubble in the street. That coupled with the new crowd of the monsters made it a near impossibility to get through. With an annoyed sigh you reached into your pouch and grabbed your map again.

“Great. Not a thing in this universe is allowed to be straight forward, could it?”

You grumbled bringing the map closer to your face. This side of the city was actually very run down, you were surprised the explosion didn’t bring the whole block down into dust.

So, you had made some markings on your map to denote where obstructions and dead end paths were so you had an easier time knowing where you could and could not go. Every street seemed to be cut off from South Elroy, all accept for North Elroy, but that isn’t exactly an option now.

You noticed a large building on the map that took up both sides of the block. Hauke University Hospital.

It was just on the other street over, maybe they had an entrance on both sides? Only one way to find out. You walked around the block and over to the other street on the side. Checking first to see if you couldn’t just walk around the block so you didn’t have to go through a building falling apart.

Nope, more large trucks. A pedestrian was caught in a loop climbing up and falling off of it over and over again.

Welp. Hospital it had to be then. Walking up you studied the exterior. Much like the rest of the city, dilapidated, falling apart, signs of structural damage all over.

Huge for a hospital though. Twice the size of the one in Canterlot. Why where human buildings so massive?

You approached the front door expecting to just push through them. You were given a minor fright and a miniature heart attack when it just slide open on its own. In a very creepy and slow way.

You stepped back a bit half expecting a monster or other sort of demon to come running out. The door closed again.

You approached. The door opened.

You got startled and flinched back again. The door closed.

“What in the world?”

You approached the door a third time. The door opened.

“I-is it supposed to be doing this?”

Great now you’re talking to yourself. What ever. Haven’t you been doing this the whole time?

You stood there inspecting the entrance. Would it try to cut you in half if you tried walking through? You pondered this for a moment.

”Pfft.”

That was all ridiculous! The door was moving much too slowly.

…

But what if that’s what it WANTED you to think.

Buck it. You needed to get to the other side of the street, and there was literally no getting around this. A few quick breaths, and some final words of self encouragement, you ran through the raced through the two doors and flinched.

You were fine.

“HAH! Couldn’t get us! You’ll have to try harder than THAT world. Hahahaha-”

*beep beep*

*click*

“Huh?”

You glanced behind you to see the glass doors were now closed. You approached it and it didn’t open like before.

You pushed. Wouldn’t give.

Wait, it opened by sliding. You tried to slide the door to the side. It wouldn’t budge.

“Come on, open!”

You tried using some of the little magic you had to help. Still wouldn’t open it self.

“No matter! We will simply kick our way out.”

You spun around so your plot faced the door, reared up, and bucked. Your hooves made contact with the glass and a sharp pain fired down your nerves.

You bounced off and landed on your face.

“Guh!”

You looked up in confusion. The glass wasn’t broken.

“What!” You shook your head and reared up again.

Buck, bounce, fall on your flank.

“Buhhh. The maker must be making a joke out of me. I’m trapped in here!”

You got up and tried to rediscover what balance was.

“No matter. We will just find the rear exit. We have to leave through there anyways, hopefully it is not also locked...or indestructible.

You observed the room in front of you. The remains of what used to be a waiting room were rotting away. All of the front desk windows had metal shutters closed shut and rusted through.

A few had holes.

Lights were fighting an uphill battle to stay illuminated. A stretcher laid on its side and covered in mildew in a small children’s section. You approached the front desk.

Papers and medical waste littered the counter. That was rather out of place. You knew this place had to be abandoned, but why so many needles at the front desk?

A lot of them were broken, the contents spilling out and mixing, the needles themselves covered in brown rust.

“Disgusting sight sure. But I must obtain a map for this place.”

You said, still talking to yourself for some reason. Ah! There we are. You could see a small map on the other side of the counter through one of the rusted holes in the shutters. Using your magic, you pushed the shutter out of place.

It took far less effort than expected, the corrosion really helped you out there. Using telekinesis, you grabbed it and levitated it in front of your face.

There WAS an exit on the other side of the hospital, a straight shot through the hallways. You didn’t want to get to excited though, it wouldn’t be as easy as it looks if previous events were anything to go by.

You walked past the front counter and out of the front waiting area. Wheelchairs were tipped over, stretchers were rusted and thrown about at random areas along the hallway.

You passed one that had a mattress that was underneath a leak. The brown water slowly dripped onto the bare sheets creating a horribly rancid puddle. Black mold covered the surrounding collection of water, and you swore you could see the larvae of some insect swimming in the water. Ugh.

The more you traveled down the hall way the more it seemed to fall apart.

You began to get this strange feeling running down your spine, freezing your bones and making you shudder. It wasn’t just that you had the feeling something horrible happened here. Clearly something bad had happened. Bad things were happening quite a lot here.

But something a lot more sad, a lot more depressing. Something heavy and...painful.

What significance did this place spark in Anon?

The strange rectangular lights above you hung just from the wires, and more and more of the squares in the ceiling were beginning to go missing. The paint on the walls were cracking and peeling away, revealing horribly infected walls covered in more of the black fungus.

The smell was unbearable. The usually clean smell of a hospital was replaced with dust, mold, and rot. And then insects started to crawl from their hiding spots.

Large centipedes and bugs, a few as a large as the base of our hooves, would scurry and make horrible clicking noises. You were beginning to feel more and more uneasy, the stale air of the place wrapped around your throat. The atmosphere was suffocating.

Yet no monsters, no loud noises, no locked doors even. Minus the entrance.

Just an eerie silence, broken only by the tapping of your hooves on the linoleum, and the skittering of the bugs on the walls. You pushed open the last pair of doors in front of you and walked into the ER, which had its own convenient entrance for the large cars humans used as an ambulance. You pushed against the entrance, only to discover that it was locked.

“Of course. We are only surprised this didn’t happen sooner.”

What to do now? Maybe this door wasn’t indestructible?

You tapped the glass of the sliding doors, turned around and kicked it. Just like at the front, you bounced off the glass and landed on your back.

“No...still can’t do that.” you sighed.

You picked yourself up and searched the desk area in the middle of the room. Just a bunch of paper work and boxes with large dark screens. Similar to the one you found in Anon’s house. Only smaller.

A piece of paper with a reminder to the staff caught your eye though.

”ATTENTION ALL STAFF! Don’t forget to have you I.D. on you at all times! They are your identification and key to get to otherwise locked areas in the hospital. We’ve been having too many instances of the staff misplacing their cards. A nurse had to be given a written warning for leaving her card in the lounge. Signed by: Care team leader, Jessie Kauffman.”

Huh. So their ID cards were used as keys? How in the hay was that supposed to work. You didn’t find any IDs in this room. Perhaps if these workers were as complacent as they were described, you could probably check their employee lounge for any IDs.

Were medical workers usually this incompetent in the human world?

You pulled out your map and looked for the lounge. The map was telling you to go all the way to the third floor.

“Again, nothing in this world can be easy can it?”

With a groan you packed your map away and continued to the stairs. Entering the stairwell you looked up.

Moonrocks! These steps went up by hundreds of meters! It seemed impossible to even fit in the building! There wasn’t even any consistency in the spacing between the doors to other floors.

It seemed to go on almost forever!

ever

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You started your ascent, your hooves tapping against the grated steps and causing a nauseating echo. After five minutes you looked up. It didn’t even look like you made a dent in traveling. In fact the second floor look only a little bit closer than at ground level, how far were you from, WOAH!

Spiraling darkness.

The steps seemed to just keep going down and down and down forever. A sharp pain pulsed in your skull, and then left as soon as it came.

“Ah! What is with these strange occurrences within the building?”

You continued your journey upwards. Each step causing a loud clang between your hoof and the metal, which in turn reverberated among the long and deep walls of the stairwell. The sounds aggravated your headache.

You began to get extremely sick of the metal, the horrible rotting walls, and the darkness.

Your alicorn eyes were really being tested at this point. And then, finally after all that climbing.

“The third story. Thank the gods!”

You pushed into the bar across the door.

*clink*

It was locked.

You had to hold in your scream, every nerve and fiber in your body was at a stress point you’ve never felt before. Every door, EVERY DOOR, the smallest obstacle between you and the one thing you needed was always LOCKED!

The throbbing in your head was reaching points of becoming unbearable. You could hardly concentrate on anything with the burning pain in your head.

You felt like something was inside of it and trying to break free by eating itself out.

NO, BUCK IT! YOU WERE GOING TO GET THROUGH THIS DOOR WITHOUT GOING ON ANOTHER SCAVENGER HUNT.

Hay, you were already on one. With a mixture of just wanting to let out anger, and a bit of desperation in hoping it’d work. You reared your hind legs back, and with all your might, with every bit of strength in you, even the limited amount of magic you could use in this maker forsaken world, you gave the door a hard, loud buck.

*BANG!*

The doors flew open, one of them came off one of its hinges. The sound from the loud bang of the kick vibrated off the walls and assaulted your ear drums.

You dug your hooves into your temple and rubbed furiously. After the pain died down you looked behind you and sighed.

“I should feel joy from something finally going our way, however it’s about time this all ends.”

You picked yourself up and finally walked into the hallway. Walking down it caused the rooms and walls to become even worse for wear somehow. Exposed boards and insulation spilled unto the tiling.

Drywall dusted the floor in a carpet of white. Eventually all the lights stopped working, and the darkness was too much for even you to see through.

Luckily, you had torch on you from the school. You grabbed it from your pouch and switched it on. A beam of bright light punctured the darkness in front of you.

The eerie feeling you felt first coming in was back, and even worse this time around. A lot more off than before. A lot more uncanny. Walking past a few rooms something made you stop. It was faint, you almost missed it, but you could definitely hear it. Sobbing, coming from one of the shut rooms.

You looked toward the door of the room in question. The faint weeping of a young girl was coming from behind the door. You tensed up and put a hoof forward to step away. The sobbing grew louder. You did it again. It grew louder. It was a pained sobbing. The crying you’d hear over a lost loved one, or a child lost in the woods. Every muscle in your body was tensed, contracting past mere uncomfort and into pain.

You picked up your hoof to take one more step forward, and the sobbing stopped. You didn’t like that. It rubbed you in all the wrong ways. It coming out of nowhere was one thing but then disappearing and being replaced by the horrible silence was another.

You held your breath for a long while, waiting for something to happen. One of those heathens. That lady from the school, the woman that chased you out of Anon’s house, hay even a pedestrian.

But nothing happened.

You attempted walking again, and when there was still no odd occurrences, you continued. Now thoroughly on edge and uncomfortable. Never knowing from what or why these things happened.

The darkness seemed to move around you with every step at that point. Finally, you reached the lounge. Finding the ID wasn’t difficult, a doctor had left his in one of his coats. You inspected it. The ID was the cleanest thing in the building you’ve come across so far.

The card itself shone a bright pure white. And on the back, a purple bar. The text was in a soft baby blue. You grabbed it and shoved it into your bag. You walked back down the hall way, the darkness was getting uncomfortably close now.

You took a slight detour to another stairwell. Crossing into another hall and taking a right. Coming upon another room that was out of place. Deep black roots crawled up and around the frame of the door, bark covering the walls. The uncanny feeling that stuck around you seemed to consume you into a deep depressive state. Fear over what could be in that room swarmed in your mind…But…You had to go in.

You just had to go into this room. You felt as if not doing so would be...wrong.

Woah woah woah. Luna, listen to your self. You cant…

Cant cant cant cant canterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr lot lot lotttttltoltlotloltoltol.

The headache came back. You began to approach the door. You had to go in. You had to check on who was in there. You didn’t even know who was in there. B-but you had to check. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to see them. But you needed to see them. You’d be horrible otherwise. What kind of son would you be?

You pushed the door open. Not even your flashlight could illuminate the black in this room. It was like stepping into a demented version of Twilight’s library.

“I-I’ve come to see you…”

The roots twisted and turned, growing into a large mound of rotten wood and bark.

“I can’t be too late can I?”

The roots compressed into each other, the wood crunched

and snapped.

“By God...I am.”

You didn’t know who God was. You had no idea what you were saying, but at this point you felt so compelled to do so. With a final crack, bark and roots gave way and fell onto the floor. A dark silhouette of a human woman was standing there. A shadow being that seemed to shutter in and out of existence. But the eyes themselves were red and large. They took up more of the face than they should have.

The sight alone seemed to snap you out of what ever possessed you to enter in the first place and you shook your head. No words, no thoughts, no waiting for it to do anything, just running. You turned and scurried away, passing and jumping over cots, stretchers, and wheelchairs a like. The roots from the door were following you, matching your pace. As they did, the walls turned to black and more bark seemed to grow in its place.

You finally made it to the stairwell and raced down. The roots twisted around the metal, and from wood they turned to rusted pipe, and instead of bark, the metal corroded and scraped away. You didn’t even run down the steps, you just jumped from one platform to the other.

Almost there.

The door to the hallway was one more flight. You reached it and pushed it open. Something grabbed your hind leg and tripped you. Some of the piping.

“UGH!”

You looked back in horror at...nothing. Did the shadow woman not follow you. You looked back up into the stairwell and pointed your torch up.

No, there she was, staring back. Not moving an inch. The roots and pipes however, were still inching their way towards you. You freed your hoof from the metal snagging it and rushed toward the exit of the ER.

Finally reaching it, you had an epiphany.

“HOW DO THEY USE THESE THINGS AS KEYS?”

You pulled the card out with our teeth and looked around the door. A black box was near the frame of the door, just to the left of it. The box itself had a red light on top and a slit inside it. You pushed the card along the slit nothing. Maybe you have to slide it back and forth?

You aggressively slid the card up and down inside the slit.

*beep beep*

*click*

The light turned green, and the doors opened. Running out of the exit you missed a wheelchair blocking the path and tripped.

You skid and rolled onto your side. Half in and half out of the exit. Before you could get up, a sharp pain pierced your side. One of the roots had stabbed into you, and a horrible black stain was spreading along your coat. You glanced back into the hospital. The shadowy, almost two dimensional women was standing on the far opposite side of the room.

It’s eyes the most visible thing about it. It stood still yet its form was still vibrating and seemingly jumping into and out of this reality at spastic moments.

A large toothy grin spread across the figures face, giving you flashbacks to the school. Its teeth were stained yellow and gums cut a deep red. The roots continued to approach you, growing out of the exit.

You bucked a few of the roots and they went flying. You pulled the root still lodged into your side out of you and scampered away, out side of the exit, and down the street, the fire from the explosion of the street opposite of the one you were now on illuminating your way.

You ran and ran and ran. You were beginning yo find yourself in this situation way too often. Looking behind you, you didn’t see the woman nor the branches giving chase after that.

You finally made it to South Elroy and took rest at a bus stop. You took a moment to collect your self. Your breath was heavy and quick. Your heart was close to popping in your chest.

You winced and grabbed your side in pain. Cuddling up into a fetal position. You checked the wound from the branch. It broke skin and pierced muscle but it actually wasn’t that deep. Not deep enough to reach anything major. You covered it in gauze and poured some alcohol on it you snatched from the ER.

The black coloration of your coat, flesh, and blood however was of a concern. A wave of depression and loss fell over you. Loss of what you didn’t know....you tried not to think about that.

You looked back into the direction of the hospital. Another horrible place, another horrible monster evaded. You were beginning to notice a pattern. You were getting yourself into a lot of these horrid situations.

Maker forbid you get too used to this. You were safe now, and you were at South Elroy. You had to continue. You could FEEL yourself getting closer. You knew you had to be. It was a deep metaphysical feeling. In a way, it felt like this book was running out of pages, what was at the end, you didn’t know, but you had to find out.

Anon was acting strange, and he doesn’t want you here. But at the same time he want’s you to “make your own way out.”

What ever that means. You looked down South Elroy Street. The streets were calm now, not even the pedestrians seemed to be wandering around. You slide back against the glass of the stop and rest your self for a minute. Your eyes were beginning to grow heavy.

Just a little bit of rest. You rest your head back onto the ground. You couldn’t sleep...too...dangerous. You finally allowed your eyes to shut.

No sleep. Just...just to rest your eyes.

~~

You wrestled with your bindings, trying your damnedest to free your self. Your breathing was made difficult through the gag in your mouth.

You are Anonymous, and you were tied up and locked in the dark bathroom of your old apartment.

The other you had knocked you unconscious and left you there. You had no idea what he wanted to do with you or where he went, but you could only assume it was something very bad.

Last time you saw him he...well, no use dwelling on that or what it could mean.
You had bigger things to worry about than the fabric of reality. Of what was real or not.

No. Luna was trapped in this hellish world and you needed to find out where she was. If she was okay or not.

“God damn it. This rope is tight as fuck.”

The sound of a closing door and foot steps approaching the bathroom door caught your attention. The knob twisted and the door was pushed open.

”Now that she’s been taken care of, I can deal with you.”

He grabbed you and dragged you out of the tub, pulling you into the main room. He threw you against the sofa and ripped the gag out of your mouth.

“WHERE IS SHE!?”

”Doesn’t matter. The both of you won’t be here very long anyways.”

“You piece of shit, if you did anything to her I’ll-”

”Do nothing. You will do nothing but leave. I don’t want anything to do with either of you, and I don’t really care about how or why you came here. I just want peace.”

“Peace? You weren’t very peaceful last time I saw you! I don’t know who you are or why you look like me, but you can’t be good!”

The other Anonymous straightened himself and looked down at you with a disappointed expression. You didn’t know how you could describe it as looking with the blind fold on. You really didn’t care though.

”You really don’t know who I am? Do you even know who you are?”

“Fuck you and your cryptic bullshit! My last visit here had me at my limits.”

”If you’ll recall, I did nothing to you my last time here other than...vent my frustrations. I hate this place just as much as you do. When I couldn’t fight my way out-”

“Fight your way out? Are you seriously telling me you had to go through everything I did? With what you can do? You can go where ever you want, do what ever you want.”

”I fought in my own way. We both did.”

“Listen, just tell me where Luna is, is she okay?”

”If you are referencing the unicorn, pegasus hybrid thing with the dark coat and weird mane, then hopefully not for long. If what she has expressed has any truth.”

“You faggot, what did you do to her?”

You struggled a bit more with the rope tying your feet and hands together.

”It’s not just what I did to her, but what I did to myself, what we both did...”

“That doesn’t make ANY sense. Stop with the ominous bullshit and just speak normally. What the FUCK did you do to Luna?”

The other Anon leaned into your face and grimaced.

”We opened up. We opened ourselves to blank pages and mapped out our frustrations. She’s at the mercy of our psyche now.”

“So you’re saying you just left her out there? With all of those fucking...things, with no help? No way of protecting her self? And stop saying WE, we aren’t the same.”

”Wow. You really do not know who you are do you? Not the same in body. I’m actually surprised you have one. No, we inhabit the same mind.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

The other Anonymous sighed and took a seat beside you.

”I really don’t want to talk about this. Why can’t we have some weird mind connection thing to make you understand.”

You spat at his shoe beside you. “I refuse to believe we are the same in ANY form of the word. If you are a part of me, if you do come from my mind, I had to struggle every day of my life to keep you down. I hated myself because of you.”

The other Anon sighed. ”I know what you mean...you’re catching on at least. But you can’t stay here. You’re supposed to be gone.”

“What do you mean?”

”Forget it. Like I said, I don’t want to talk about any of this. I hate opening myself up. And now some innocent bystander is going to succumb to my pain...or find a way out.”

“Where is the way out?”

”If I knew that I wouldn’t have made my own way out of this place. Unfortunately it seems when ever someone wants to be nosy about this book, my troubles, I end up back here.”

You stared up at him. He just stared out in front of him, at nothing in particular.

“Look. If us being here hurts you. We can make a deal.” You plead.

”That’s not how this works.”

“THEN HOW DOES IT? I don’t want to be here again, I’m sure Luna hates it here, and from what you are saying, you hate being here just as much as us. None of us know the way out apparently, and if that’s the case, why don’t we pass the time doing something useful?” The other Anon sighed again.

”I suppose I should listen to you.”

“Really? Then how about you untie me?” You motion with your bindings.

The other Anon pinched his chin.

”Alright. I only ever did this as a precaution. Just know there isn’t anything you can do to escape this apartment. And trying to harm me will do more harm than good.”

“Fine, whatever, just untie me!”

”Alright.” He reached down and undid your restraints.

You rubbed your wrist, motherfucker tied those knots so tight they left bruises.

“First off. Where is Luna, is she okay?”

”Last I saw of the horse she was in the park. A little beaten up, but she made it out of our old elementary school and house just fine. She is hell bent on ‘saving us’. Heh, if only she understood.”

“She’s fine then?”

”She’s alive.”

“Good. And yea, by the way. What do you mean, ‘understand.’ Are we in the book? My own mind? What?”

”As far as I know, we are inside of our journal. Everything happening here, is what is written in there.”

He pointed to the book laying on the dining table. Great, that thing was here too.

“Alright. So Luna is safe, and it turns out I was in my journal the whole time. That leaves two more questions I have.”

”If you insist.”

“Who are you. And how did I end up in the journal in the first place?” The other Anon’s brow furrowed.

”Every writer needs a main character Anon.”

God damn it he was being ominous again. “What does that even mean? Jesus H. Christ! You are so fucking weird.”

”I-”

A terrible groaning side shuttered throughout the whole apartment. A sharp pain pulsed in your skull. It seemed to do the same to the other Anon.

“AGH! Fuck, what was that?” The other Anon rubbed his head. His mouth began to open as he came to a sudden realization.

He walked over and opened up the journal and flipped through it. He looked toward the door and threw the book back on the table.

”THAT BITCH! AND SHE DIDN’T DIE FROM THAT?” He looked over at you and pointed an accusing finger.

”NO MORE QUESTIONS! NO MORE TALKING! All you and her are is trouble! Both of you had better find a way to leave. You know where the kitchen is. I have to go and talk to this bitch!”

“HEY FUCK YOU! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING! DON’T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT HURTING HER!”

He opened the door and looked back at you. ”Hey before you do the right thing and leave, remember this. Wherever you end up next, just fucking stay there, like you were supposed to.”

With that, he slammed the door shut. You ran over and fiddled with the handle. Locked from the outside.

“GOD DAMN IT!” You pounded on the door of your apartment.

“

DON’T YOU LAY A GOD DAMN HAND ON HER!”

You had to step back and collect your self. Okay, okay. There had to be a way out. After a few minutes of looking and throwing things at windows, nothing worked. You pulled out a chair at the dining room table and sat down. You looked at the journal in front of you.

“He read that before leaving. What did it say?” You grabbed it and started reading.

”You finally made it to South Elroy and took rest at a bus stop. You took a moment to collect your self. Your breath was heavy and quick. Your heart was close to popping in your chest. You winced and grabbed your side in pain. Cuddling up into a fetal position. You checked the wound from the branch. It broke skin and pierced muscle but it actually wasn’t that deep. Not deep enough to reach anything major. You covered it in gauze and poured some alcohol on it you snatched from the ER.”

What?

You don’t remember this ever happening. Was...was this about Luna? She made it through Hauke? From the sound of it she also encountered...that must be why the other Anon was upset. What else did this journal have? You flipped through the pages.

Most of it would be incoherent to the average reader. But you were able to relate to everything written here. You wrote it after all. But there were apparently stuff in here you didn’t remember writing. You flipped to the front.

”It’s dark and lonely. I always felt alone. I hated that feeling. I was always too awkward to make any real friends. Last one I had was a fake bitch.” You flipped through a few more of the pages.

Wait. What was this.

”I need to fight back. I have to try. These thoughts are too much. The things I go through are too much.”

Weird.

”I wake up...in a dark alley way…” You don’t remember writing this. But...this was almost like...

”I don’t know where I am or how I got here. Leaving this place, all I see are the struggles I deal with. The things I’m afraid of that no one seems to understand. They confuse me. They hurt the same but they are far more real. I can touch them. They can touch me now.”

You recognized this. You don’t remember writing this though.

No.

You remember living it.

”I exited the alley way. I had to find my way home. But every twist and every turn I made there was another one of them. So hostile, so terrible. They cut deep with their knives like my anxiety does just trying to go to work.”

You flipped through more of the book.

No...you didn’t write this you lived through this. This is a retelling of what you did when you found your self here. Every monster, every location. It recalls how you escaped the alley way. How you found your self at the ER, the school, your old home. The streets. Everything you did to the smallest detail.

What the other Anon said before leaving went through your mind.

”Every writer needs a main character.”

Main character…

You dropped the journal back onto the table and looked at your hands. You tried to remember what had happened shortly before showing up in that alley way.

You couldn’t. You had the memories. Your childhood, your mother, your father, your job and co-workers. Your doctor. Living here. But...what was the last thing you remember doing before showing up here the first time?

You didn’t know.

“Every story...needs a main character...”

You could feel yourself begin to shake. You brought your hands up to your head and pulled at your hair.

“Every story…” Your got quicker. “A main character.”

You felt as if you were just struck by a train mentally. The walls seemed to shake just a little bit.

“Who...who am I?”

Your sense of reality began to break down. It really couldn’t be true was it? You could feel things! You could feel your hair, the table. You even had memories of feeling things.

Like...like...hugs! Hugs from your friends. From Luna. Luna. Was she real? Were your friends?

You leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling.

What the fuck was going on?

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