It's a new year. We haven't seen too much of Tim since we last saw him. He's been working constantly and he told us that he's just save up some cash, though me and Jay can't help but feel he might be considering leaving his job. Although I can't help but feel it's in case he does loose his job. It makes sense in my opinion at least. There's also been a new video from Totheark, and he (or she) left a code in it, and on the Twitter account as well.
And I don't understand any of it. At all.
And what makes me feel stupid about it all is that Jay seems to know what to do more then I do. It's not that I think he's stupid, far from it. It's just a moment where I wish I was better with numbers.
"... 46 ... 57 ... 68 ... and 79 ... Rebecca, are you listening?" I jumped a little when Jay turned his attention to me. I grimaced a bit before I replied,
"Uh, sorry but... I do not understand... ANY, THING, you are saying right now". Jay sighed and rubbed his face.
"Can't really blame you. Even the viewers are stumped, and they're usually able to help us with things like this".
"Thinking back now, I'm surprised I ever managed to pass maths", I muttered as I stretched my arms out. "Do you think the message has to do with Jessica? There was footage of her seen in the video".
"Yeah, but it was our footage though. Chances are Totheark may just be trying to mock us because of Jessica".
"Do you think he might know where Jessica is?", I asked Jay.
"Hard to tell. He's using our footage but that could just be a coincidence".
"So, are you any closer to figuring out what it means?"
"Kinda. It's hard to tell", Jay admitted.
"'Kay", I nodded as I stood up from the bed and looked out the hotel window. The weather had been pretty stormy down here in Alabama for some time. Mostly rain.
"How's your sleep been lately?", Jay asked randomly, not looking away from his laptop.
"My sleep? Well, it's been... so-so", I said as I gave a small shrug. "Why?"
"It's just that, I know a couple nights ago I had this horrible nightmare, but when I woke up I forgot about it", Jay answered a little quietly.
"Are you sure it was a nightmare?"
"I just have a feeling it was", Jay answered me. "You sure your sleeps been fine?" I thought back until something came to mind.
"Well, I did have this one dream. I was at a beach with Alex when we were younger. I think it was a beach we were vacationing at when I was five, or six. I don't remember much, but I was happy, and so was Alex too I think".
"Must have been nice", Jay sighed.
"Yeah", I murmured before I thought over what's been on my mind for ages. I was still thinking over that footage of me possibly killing Michael, and it was still haunting me. I couldn't put it off any longer. I had to tell Jay. "Jay, there's something I have to tell you". Jay looked up at me with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"What is it?"
"I... you remember the boy I told you about? Michael? Well, I got this tape footage a little while ago, but it's missing now, and on it... on it was... It was me and Michael in that cabin's basement, and I was in like, a trance or something, and there was this knife in my hand and... and I think I... I might have killed Michael".
"Yo-your serious?", Jay questioned as he stood up.
"Damn straight I am", I muttered. "And... and that... that THING, was there too". There was then a silence in the room from both of us. We didn't say anything, but Jay eventually said,
"Well, do you have an idea of where the tape could have come from?"
"It was on a flash drive actually", I corrected. "And with this stuff coming in from Totheark recently who's to say it wasn't him?"
"Yeah, but why?"
"Do you honestly think every detail in all of this will have an actual answer?", I asked,
"Fair point", Jay admitted as he scratched the back of his neck.
"... Hey Jay, I know this is gonna sound a bit stupid to ask, but... are you holding up okay? You seemed a bit anti-social with Tim when we talked with him back in November". I felt it was only right to ask. Jay seemed a bit moody with Tim after we had met up with him, saying he wasn't really going to completely trust him. A bit of a dick thing to say in my opinion.
"... I'm fine", Jay grumbled back. "Just... tired is all".
I was hesitant but I slowly nodded my head before looking outside again. I wasn't stupid. I had a pretty good idea that Jay was keeping how he actually felt to himself, though chances were he wasn't going to actually tell me. At least for a while anyway.
"If you say so. Do you think it has anything to do with Jessica? She was in that last video by Totheark".
"He either knows where she is, what's happened to her, or is just mocking us", Jay listed out.
"Well, if there's something specific he wants us to do, he's terrible at giving instructions". Jay gave a weak smile in agreement and gave a small nod.
Well, it took a while, but the code was eventually cracked, and it translated into this.
'Truly your fault
'She's out there
'I am watching'
Isn't that last one especially pleasant to hear? I know it makes me happy as hell. So, assuming this is about Jessica, chances are that she is alive and... um, maybe not well, but alive.
The weather was pretty bad for a while as well, but we were able to finally go back to the hospital, even though my inner coward wants to cling to the car door and just stay there.
"Well... This is it", Tim said softly as we walked into one of the many ruined rooms of the hospital. He didn't look at us and was staring out over the half remaining walls.
"This is... what, exactly?", Jay asked after turning around in the room.
"This was my room", Tim began. "I use to live here, er, use to be a patient here. But I guess you both figured that out already".
"Well, we did consider it", I admitted.
"But we never really knew for sure", Jay added in. "Why were you here?"
"C'mon you've seen my medical history, obviously you know I have some... 'issues'. And I've had them for a pretty long time".
"How long exactly?", I asked Tim as he slowly paced around the room, avoiding looking at Jay and I.
"As long as I can remember", he answered. "M-my mom brought me here when I was really young, but she never told me exactly why".
"You ever asked here?", Jay asked.
"She was never really around to ask. The doctors would never really tell it to my face either. But I'd always hear them say things like... 'violent episodes', or 'delusions', you know stuff you can't just tell a little kid. They ran all kinds of tests for nearly every disorder you could think of on me at some point or another. They said I had schizophrenia eventually but I don't think even they knew for sure. I was on a lot of medication for most of the time I was here. I got use to it after a while. And it helped, but, not enough".
"What do you mean?", I questioned.
"One of the problems I was having was, hallucinations. I had a lot of them. Part of me knew they weren't real but, that still din't make them go away. Maybe I just didn't want them to at the time. At one point they got so bad that I kept escaping from my room. I'd hide in the maintenance tunnel or right off to Rosswood Park, which y'know isn't that far away from here. And whenever they would find me, I would say that I was hiding from whatever it was that I was seeing so, they'd bring me back. Didn't have much of a choice except to lock me in here. That's when it was at it's worse. I'd be, clawing at the walls and screaming at all hours of the night. Had to up my dosages to calm me down. To a point where I was almost numb".
"But these hallucinations what did they look like?", Jay asked.
"That's the thing I can't remember any of them. Probably because of the medication. It didn't cure me exactly but it kinda leveled me out enough that I was able to go to a normal school, I got transferred to another facility. Got into college, that's where I met Brian. The first real friend I remember having".
"That's where you met my brother too, right?", I asked Tim.
"Yeah", Tim said as he rubbed his face.. "When I saw that footage that you got from him... That person in the background, or whatever it was, I couldn't help but think, y'know what if that's what I was seeing when I was in here. What if it wasn't a hallucination at all".
"What are you trying to say", Jay asked.
"I'm saying, what if this is my fault?", Tim's voice raised. "Alex could be a normal person, the both of you could be living normal lives, so could Jessica, so could everybody else if it wasn't for me!"
"Tim..."
"I have no way of knowing that for sure, that's always going to be in the back of my mind!", Tim went on. "How am I suppose to handle that?"
"I don't think shifting the blame is going to help anyone right now", Jay said as Tim walked out of the room.
"I've blamed everybody else except for me and I could be the one that started this!"
"I think you just need to relax because all this stress is making you paranoid", Jay tried to reason.
"BUT WHAT IF I'M RIGHT?", Tim yelled before leaning his back against the wall and sliding down. I sat down next to him and put an arm around his shoulder in an attempt to give some sort of comfort, though it didn't change much.
It took a while for Tim to fully calm down and regain his senses before we began to look around the building once more. Eventually we came to room that had a desk typically seen in hospital waiting rooms, which was probably where we were.
"Is it behind this desk?", Jay asked as we all walked behind it.
"I think so", Tim responded as he took out a flashlight and looked through a door behind the desk. "And of course there is nothing", Tim muttered as me and Jay followed him further inside. When we were further in we heard something outside. Like a foot hitting a piece of glass.
"Those are footsteps", Jay whispered and we back away from the door as Tim turned off his flashlight. I wasn't able to look past Jay much, but I was able to make out the hooded man coming inside the building and walking past the door. A few seconds later Tim walked out and peeked behind the door frame before he began to slowly walk around the desk.
"What the heck do you think you're doing?", I hissed quietly.
"Stay behind us, Rebecca", Jay whispered to me, and I could tell he did not want to follow after Hoodie either.
We both followed after Tim, all three of us walking carefully so not to disturb the rubble on the floor too much to make noise to alert Hoodie to our presence, said man walking as if this building was his home. At one point Tim picked up a wrench. When asked about he, he simply whispered back,
"Just in case".
We continued on, quiet as could be. We then neared the room where the message, 'he is a liar' was painted. We went into another room across from that and looked around the edge. Well, Jay and Tim did. I couldn't really look behind them too much and could only catch glimpses of Hoodie in the other room. He was kneeling down near a pile of dirt. We quickly hid behind the door as Hoodie stood up and turned around and when he left the room, we slowly came out. The hooded man was barely outside when Tim made the motion to me and Jay to go into the room where Hoodie had just been as he continued after Hoodie slowly.
At first there didn't seem to be anything to find, but in a corner of the room under rubble and dirt was a tape.
And you know that when there's a tape it's something good.
"He's heading off into the woods, c'mon!", Tim whispered loudly to us from behind from the door.
We went outside at a moderate pace, but sped up towards the woods, not wanting to loose the one guy who possibly knew what we should do. In the woods we went through trees and branches and seemed to be going all over the place until finally, we came upon a cut field.
"So what now?", Jay asked.
"We were this close!", Tim said in an annoyed tone as he walked by us and I walked after him. "How could he just disappear like that?"
"He could have hidden in the woods and we went by him", I suggested.
"Maybe he got ahead of us, maybe he's on the other side of that hill somewhere".
"Or maybe he's anywhere, c'mon, look around", Jay said.
"So what are we suppose to do, just go home and forget about it?", Tim asked.
"Well, we have this", Jay said as he held up the tape we found.
"Yeah, that makes me feel better", Tim said with some sarcasm as he walked back to the woods we came from. "Feel a lot better. Or maybe I'll just go home and wait for him to show up at my house again!"
"We'll just have to see what's on that tape and see if it was worthwhile", I said as I walked along with him. But I stopped to look back at Jay who was looking at the field still and called out to him,
"C'mon Jay, let's go".
I'm sorry this came out so late. I got a bit distracted by other things, and I was busy deciding on which college courses I want to do next year. I hope you like this chapter though.
