A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

I’d been back to the laptop in my mind a few times since I last wrote here. There was nothing to record. I asked the piece of tech to help me, and the only response I got from Rebecca was to read her story. Whether this was her way of being known to you, or if she wrote the story with my betterment in mind, I had no clue. Don’t expect to create something, or someone, that will fix who you are. This could just be a lone author on verge of self-harm talking. Pay no attention to my ramblings. Rebecca is the star here, the key, and I’ll soon fade away whereas she will live eternal within you. With that in mind, it’s best that I continue her story. The pages of this notebook are drawing short. alter “You were trying to feed on me?” I asked of the Tisyros who no longer looked like Rassot. “How did you know you even could?” The now young woman pulled out a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses and made them glow pink. “I can see it,” she said, flexing into an older version of that same girl. I ...

I arrived the next morning in the same spawn chamber, but as I scrambled out, nobody handed me a ZaP. In fact, the fighting was gone, and Rebecca awaited me by herself on the desk among the glass floor. None of her copies were around, but that could have been thanks to Shy’s shadows. Were those garems around her neck yesterday? And how did she get a shadow cloak? “Hey,” I said and noticed that she wore the white ring of containment I gave her, made for her. beast had been strangely quiet around her of late. “Are your clones around to ambush me?” Rebecca stood and put her fists together in a force to produce her clones to her sides. Once she took away the fists, the other versions shifted back into her. “We merged for this, Jack,” she said. “It’s easier than playing telephone later on. So speak, what are you planning? Are you going to burn the notebooks and try to erase us?” “No, I-” “Just so you know,” She interrupted. “We won’t go down that easy. Kara will get us out before that h...