Almost immediately after finishing what I wrote, Jessica seemed to be have trouble breathing. I don't know how or why, all I do know is that she suddenly started to cough, or something to that effect. Although I have had some kind of CPR training in elementary school, that was only meant to help those who do not breath at all. With the electricity out, the phones didn't operate as well. This was strange, as I was under the impression that phone-lines and electricity weren't at all connected to each other. I could try a cell-phone, but I didn't have mine, nor did I know where to find hers. It didn't take long before she stopped breathing. Fortunately, that was the time that I could help her at all. I did exactly what I've been told so long ago: breath into her mouth and give her a heart resuscitation. The latter one wasn't easy, as I could only use my lighter to see where I should put my hands to do this. I don't know how much time passed, but in the end I did succeed in getting her to breath again. If you want to know what happened... I don't know. Right now, I'm at the hospital, waiting for her to be checked out. Still, the short-circuiting of her electricity, the dead phones, then her sudden loss of breath... This can't be just a coincidence altogether, can it? Given a thing or two, about what I think, or what both Jess and me think (yes, she wants me to call her Jess), or what has happened to me before, I don't think this is.
The doctor just spoke to me, and told me he couldn't find anything that got her to react the way she did. That is, he did know that her lungs for some reason ceased to opperate, almost like that of an asthma-patient might. I don't know if she is one, but judging from what I described, the doctor thought that the reaction is only similar, but not the same. An asthma-patient, he/she would still breath for some time before he/she died, but here it sounded more like someone just switched her lungs off, like you switch off the lights. Hearing him say this, it only made me more angry, as I have a pretty good idea who may have done this switching. Okay, I'm not gonna point any fingers here, but as I see it, there are two possibilities. One, given that "the almighty" has already tried to kill me, twice, but to no effect, he may have decided to kill someone, at this moment, closest to me. At the same time, this one is someone whom he probably detests just as much as me (or as some would put it "loves too much to have in existance"), so the proverbal two birds are caught with one stone. Two, given what I've seen so far (vampires, werewolves, zombies, things appearing out of nowhere, ninja-fighting turtles), and since Jess isn't the most loved person in the world, somebody may have done something that would cause her death. Why not? People have already tried yesterday. This is something I should discuss with Jess, the minute the doctors let me see her.
So after I talked to her about what I think, she decided that this is all the more reason for her to go to Arkham. The only problem at the time was that the doctors wanted to keep her there, for observation. But, given the state of emergency, I didn't call an ambulance to get there, nor did I know if she had a car of her own to get anywhere (an realization that shouldn't have occurred to me, since I knew she was planning to drive to Massachusetts), so I had to ask others if they could help us get to a hospital. Also, everything happened in such a hurry, I had no time to give anyone any details on who she is (even if I did know more than just her first name), or who I am. In any event, with this in mind, there's no way for these people to find us if we sneaked out. So now she's getting ready to leave, filling up her car. She felt she owed me more than just a ride to Massachusetts, as I saved her life twice. But honestly, I wouldn't know what she could do more for me. Yes, I know what some perverted minds may think right now, and I do not deny that the idea on it's own crossed my mind, but I don't think that that is something I should even ask of her, even if it is as a reward. If anything at all, I think our friendship is enough of a reward. I must say, I've been here in the states for two weeks, yet Jess is the first real friend I made here. Two, if you count Voorhees, but I'm not sure he counts himself as anyone's friend, so I think our friends-status is arguable.
Friday, July 11th, 2008:
Before I say where I am now, you're probably wondering how my trip to Arkham went. I must say that... even if I manage to see a giant monster, I'm sure that I still wouldn't have seen everything by then. Yesterday, for instance, I saw things I couldn't have imagined.
When Jess and me entered the New England area, where Arkham is to be found, she stopped driving the car, abruptly. When I asked her why, she said she remembered she has something else to do. What, she didn't know, it was more like a feeling she had. Strange as this may sound, I had the same kind of feeling, just before she stopped the car. It was probably coincidence, I thought at first, but just to be sure I asked her if she could make a U-turn, drive back for a mile or so, then turn back. What turns out? The feeling came back. But why would we both feel the exact same thing, at the exact same time, twice? I asked Jess why exactly she needed to be here again. She told me that she heard stories of things going on here. She mentioned many words, many names, from all that I can only remember "Necronomicon". Simply put, it's a type of book that contains a great deal of secrets about the universe and beyond that. With that at one's disposal, who knows what can be done. At first she didn't believe such a book exists, but given everything both of us have been through, and what happened just then, we may not be so skeptic anymore. Originally, she was to drop me off and I get to walk away on my own, but since this little incident occurred, I decided to follow her quest for the Necronomicon.
The town in question looked deserted, although it appeared as though there has been some recent activity. It's almost like everyone just vanished without a trace. But when we went inside one of the houses, it turned out everyone was in town, but none of them were awake. As we continued our search, we almost stumbled upon a group of three men. Each of them wore what looked like robes. For some reason, this dress-code reminded me of how people imagine Merlin to have looked like. We didn't know who they were. Either they are looking for the same thing as we are, or they were responsible for putting the village to sleep. Perhaps even both. We decided to follow them, see if they were friendly, or in any way helpful.
From what we gathered of their conversations, one of the three, the only one that was British, judging from his accent, had used some kind of magic spell that would keep people asleep for as long as needed. It would also not be one of the first times that this British guy would do something that would arouse any suspicion among the... muckles I think he said, to think that "they" (whoever "they" are) exist. No idea of what a muckle is, but whatever that is, it would appear that they aren't the only ones aware of these guys. According to them, the churches of the world are trying to warn everyone of the existance of a warlock, which in the opinion of the other two was too big a compliment, even for this British guy. He was right about one thing, though. I remember to have heard of a warlock, even when I was still at high school. But the British guy, Potter as they kept calling him, didn't seem to care about all that. He even joked about the following: if these Americans didn't like him, then why do they even want his help at all? That's when we found out they were looking the same thing as we were.
Eventually, they did find it. All there was for us to do was distract them and get the book. I thought of throwing a rock, but when I did, Potter raised... at first I thought it was just a stick, but it turned out to be a magic wand, as he shouted something in Latin, causing the rock to be pulverized. This wasn't at all at the liking of the two Americans, as that would have them totally exposed to the muckles. Whatever a muckles is, it's obviously the one thing these guys are afraid of. Jess realized as much too, so she decided to move outside, where she would use a bass voice that would echo, with which she scared the three of them. They ran out of the old house in which the book was found, which gave me an opportunity to grab the book and run away. When I came to meet up with Jess, showing her that I've got the book, the three others have already spotted us. They were about to use their wands on us, but not before a horde of rats came from out of the house's walls. And I don't mean your everyday rat, which you find either in the labs, the house, or in the sewers, but dangerous ones, all of which were already covered in blood. The three of them became too busy to drive those off to pay any attention to us, so this was a good time for us to run.
I don't know what Jess is planning to do with the Necronomicon, but in fairness neither was she. All she wanted was to see what's in it and how she can use it upon those who tried to hurt her. Knowing that, I asked if we could stay in touch, as I'd like to know how that would work out for her. So we exchanged e-mail addresses (my real one this time), so we can contact each other. In a way, this marked our new found friendship.
By the way, we still don't know why we felt like we had something else to do, but knowing what those three guys could do, I wouldn't be surprised if they were somehow behind it all.
Rather than dropping me off in Arkham, Jess saw took me to the nearest train-station, where I could take a train to Maine. Once I got on, I slept some more, as I hadn't slept much the night before, even after such a tire-some day.
Now it's almost 7am. Though I didn't wake up because I've slept enough. I woke up because I found some terrible pain going trough my left arm. Particularly on that spot that the bullet has hit me, back in Miami. If I keep my arm in a certain position, it doesn't hurt, much, so I can still write. Still, I haven't felt that much pain in such a long time, so why would I feel anything now? Wherever this train stops next, I will get off and go to the first hospital I can find.