Hallucinations (rewriting post-physical publication)

Chapter 30 - June 8th, 2019

The picture above is the dress I describe in this chapter. (But the one I describe does not poof out as Emma Watson's did, it is thinner). 

The day.

Is here.

Conor has no clue of anything that will be happening today.

And, actually; neither do I.

All I know is that today is my doomsday.

Nothing more.

No concept of what will actually take place.

The same exact thing happened as everything did before 11:00 AM on Kathy's day.

Present opening and me sitting there, waiting. In anticipation. For what will be happening in two hours.

You could say I am obsessed with this song generator, and I will not disagree.

Because I am.

I made a love song for Conor.

And I sang it in front of everyone.

Because I thought it was worthwhile.

I wrote it in a hurry this morning at about 7:00 AM.

I wanted just Conor to hear it, but everyone is here.

Maybe I should be grateful for that.

Grateful for Conor, my mom, Conor's mom, Kathy's mom and dad, Dr. Lisa and Kathy's mom and dad are here when the doom hits me in the face. Like a brick that came out of nowhere.

8 people.

8 faces who have no idea about the upcoming events that will take place in one hour and thirty minutes.

I am not prepared for this. At all.

Or this:

I suggest to everyone that we all go outside to the field of flowers in front of the marble bridge. But for them to let me change first. For a "very special surprise".

Everyone agrees (or should I say; Obeys, as it is MY birthday. Not theirs) and we make our way downstairs to the first floor and outside to the underground parking lot.

During the present opening, I was wearing basic jean shorts and a hot pink top.

Now, I change in my bathroom.

With the door LOCKED. Because I am SO smart.

Conor gave me a beaded necklace with a charm bead in the center of a tiny rose.

On the charm is a date: 1918.

I squealed when I opened it and demanded that he put it on me.

So he did.

I am wearing it now, and plan to never take it off.

There are acceptances.

If I were to slip in the shower, the leaf on the rose could puncture my neck and cause internal bleeding, and I could die. If I were to be wearing it while sleeping, it could choke me, and I could die.

And then there is the doomsday.

I'll consider it my good luck charm.

I made sure that Conor's mom (who I found out by her introducing herself goes by Olivia) dragged Conor outside with them.

Sooo, during one of the days inside of the weeks of the 78 days before this doomsday. My mom was at work and I snuck out to the mall with Dr. Lisa who was kind enough to not tell my mom about it.