Interlude

Everyone have their secrets, even if they don't remember them. It's the general rule of the universe and nothing can be change about that. No exception is a notebook, hidden deep under floorboards with words of desperation, truth and memories lost, unknown to anyone, and long forgotten by the owner. Floor creaked as a shadowy figure took the loose floorboard and reached under, feeling the ground in darkness. As the figure found what it was looking for, smile broke on its face; notebook that held revelation was in its hands.

Entry 1

Everything has turned upside down. I don't know what to do anymore. She is gone, gone forever and nothing can be done to change that. I feel empty now as she was the only person to keep me together. I could freely talk to her, through my own troubles and hers as we were sort of pillars to each other. Sounds crazy, I know and doesn't make a sense but we both needed someone 'outside' of our worlds to take a step back and reflect. At times, I think maybe I should've run and visited her but I know it was dangerous. Her world was unpredictable and if I stepped in, I could've turned into nuisance and that's what I didn't want to happen. But now that I look back at those days and my tears don't stop, I feel guilty for her death. Maybe I really should've. Maybe I could've stopped it from happening. Maybe she would be still alive. She would hate me but I could live with it as long as she was alive. But I didn't and now I hate everyone around her, and the most – myself. Tears won't stop coming. Gates of flood are open.

Entry 14

I am empty. I can barely function. My mother doesn't talk to me. I think she stopped a while ago, I don't remember. Everything is dark and I am in middle of it. Stains of the words written in blood are still covering my ceiling. 'You're next.' What the hell does that mean? Am I to die? If so – why? Is it connected to her and the cursed world of hers? I don't know. I don't know anything. Most days I just curl up in my bed, cover my ears and try to block from hearing world. I want it gone, I want it all gone. Maybe it's all for the best. I am called to dinner, it's time to go.

Entry 21

There is something out there. Rather, in here and it whispers things in middle of night. I can't hear it I just Hear It. I can't explain. Whispers they are but I can't make anything out from them. What is happening? Is it in my head? Am I finally losing it and going crazy? Maybe it's for the best. Maybe that's how it supposed to happen. Ironic and poetic – 'oh ye sanity gone oh gone from me, I chase and chase but swift winds take you away'. I somewhat just chuckled but it is empty. I am still empty. I don't feel and frankly, I don't want to feel anymore. But tears come anyway and I can't stop them. I think I will vomit. Maybe I will vomit my last tears out with it all. Yes, yes that makes sense. I know – it doesn't.

Entry 29

It's getting louder. I can make out words, sometimes even sentences. Mostly it repeats two words - 'Beacon Hills'. That cursed place. Someone should just wipe it off the face of the earth. Please someone do that. It deserves it. It has to happen. Yes. All the supernatural must be eradicated. She is gone and they are still alive. It's not a fair trade. They all should've died. I am so sorry you were killed. I didn't want that to happen. I needed you. Still need you… Help.

Entry 32

I saw. Oh I saw the white thing. I can't explain it. But it was there, in corner of my room, just standing there, but it kept appearing and disappearing like horribly tuned radio station. She is the one whispering. She is the one talking. Why? Who is she? And why me? I feel my last sanity is gone and I am just shell, ready to be gone with my sanity but I am still here. I am left behind as punishment. Yes. This must be punishment for my failure. I am so sorry. I am so sorry for not saving you. I wanted to but I was coward. I still want to. Tears dried up but razors keep cutting my insides. It's all so jumbled and painful. Death, take me. Please.

Entry 35

She is standing at the foot of my bed. I am sitting and directly staring at her. I can't believe it. She tells me to go to Beacon Hills. She tells me all the answers are there. I can make out her face. Her face. I can't believe it. She came to me all the way. Maybe she hates me too. Maybe I was right and she wants me to go to death. Maybe I should.

Entry 38

I did as she told me. I got the voice modulator and called the number she told me to call to. Ironically, I knew the man I was talking to over phone but I told her as she told me. I asked for Raymond to be transferred to Beacon Hills because his presence is requested there. Something about a new lead on an old case. I didn't understand what I was talking about but I talked as she instructed me. That's it. That's all it is there. I am walking in death, worthy of my punishment.

Entry 40

She is not alone anymore. Now there is something dark and sinister lurking in the shadows of my nights. It jeers and roars. She is scared and she has to hide. But it's still there, clawing at my mind, whispering dark things. I cringe and curl up, trying to muffle the whispers with my ears covered by my palms. They are still heard, clearly. It's all in my head. It is directly whispering to my mind. I thought it's gone but it's there, dormant and empty. Except not anymore. There is darkness now.

Entry…

It claws at me still. I can't take it anymore. Make it stop, Make IT stop, MaKe It StOp, MAKE IT STOP! I scream and I hear footsteps it still whispers but now I have Her to deal with. I hear them both. Doesn't She hear it? Doesn't She feel the cold? I am cold. No, I am freezing. It's here, still lurking. I think I can see eyes in corner. She stops and looks at the corner I am looking at and the she looks back at me. She is confused. She says something about 'catatonic'. I am empty but it claws and I scream again…

Stop it. Go away. Leave me be.

I will not Kill. I need to wake up. Make me wake up. WAKE UP!

Help me…

I am waking up.

Shadow smiled eerily as it ripped entries out bit by bit and put them in its pockets. Everything was disappearing and it had to make sure of that. Then it heard footsteps, fast, running footsteps, coming upstairs. It laughed dark laugh and disappeared as fast as he had entered the room. When Cassandra threw doors open, Thomas' window was open and full moon's light cast dimly on his room's floor and on it was the Notebook, only empty pages left intact, shuffling in slight Autumn breeze coming from the window, its contents all gone. She heard the laugh echo from the forest and it rippled a shudder through her body. It was something sinister and it was after her son..