A Witch's Journal
Part 9: With Good Intentions
The Lights Are Off, No One is Home
May 17, 2002
Willow heard the sound of glass breaking somewhere outside. There were sirens in the distance. She sat still and held a blue notebook in her hands. She had stopped reading it a while ago. There were notes strewn around her: diagrams, lists of names, lots of question marks. Her laptop monitor was the only light as she let night fall around her.
May 21, 2002
What the hell does any of this even mean? I don't get half the things I've written here. I'm starting to doubt that I even wrote them. This journal is useless.
About This Girl
May 28, 2002
"There is a girl here," Willow insisted to the woman at the reception desk.
"Ma'am, if you don't even have a name, I can't help you."
"I know there is supposed to be a girl."
"Would you like to talk to a doctor?"
Willow turned and left the mental institution lobby.
"Maybe you shouldn't have let her go," a nurse told the receptionist.
"Where would we put her?"
"You're right. Anyway, she didn't look dangerous."
May 30, 2002
I know I was keeping a diary. I can picture a bright blue bound notebook with a place to attach a pen. I know I put a spell on it to hide it and it appeared when I said a word. Well, I've been saying words all day - nothing. I can't find it. I need it. It can tell me what is going on. Something is very wrong. And I think it's something I did.
Request for Asylum
June 1, 2002
Hi Mom,
Things are bad here. It's just now starting to make the news.
Insane people running around saying how they aren't supposed to be here, or calling for their nonexistent children, telling people they should be dead. They are testing the water and the food.
Mom, I'm worried. I have these terrible headaches. And everything around me kind of shifts. Sometimes I see things out of the corner of my eye. But they aren't there when I turn to look at them. I see this blue notebook all the time. I've even tried walking sideways to sneak up on it. I know that isn't a good sign.
I'm telling you this because I know now that I need help. I'm hoping that since it's still early, maybe something can be done for me? The clinics and hospitals here are all full. I hope you can arrange something.
And while I still know what I'm saying, I wanted to tell you and Dad that I love you.
Willow
October 23, 2002
The new doctor told me to keep a journal but I don't know what to say. Should I write down all the insane things I see and hear? Fine. I see people who I've never met. I hear them calling me. They call for help or they accuse me. Sometimes, when I see them I start to cry. I have waking nightmares. Things coming after me. I try not to react to them. But that's hard.
The drugs make me feel fuzzy. I think that's best. When the new doctor took me off them to reassess me, it was bad. Things were too clear and sharp. It hurt. My mind couldn't rest, like I was constantly looking for something. That damn blue notebook.
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