The Journal of Ezra Winchester ✔️

Hands of Time (Feb 14, 2029) & Shriek (Feb 16-17, 2029)

February 14, 2029

Dear Journal,

How do you tell your mother that you don't want to wear a suit to a wedding? Or even plan a wedding? I'm not sure, I just stayed quiet. I was glad that Aunt Marina and Cass are actually getting married but I had never experienced anything like this before, my parents are stressed, my cousin and sister are stressed it's all just too much. To be honest, I sometimes wish time would slow down and things would turn out better than before. Anyway, there wasn't much that happened except for my parents and aunt and uncle coming home, my mother was holding onto a PINK suit and I thought it was for my father. Turns out, she got it for me. First of all, pink? Really? Last I checked, I am not a girl. I should be able to pick my own suit, maybe an emerald green? Something that wasn't so girly. I know that my mother is only doing what's best for me, but how much do you want to bet that I'm going to look like a Russian doll wearing an outfit or maybe look delicious to a cat.

This brings me to what happened that day, Mary and I were having a conversation about weddings and she loved weddings. I enjoyed them but the ceremony always took forever! Anyway, while my cousin and I were chit chatting, I started to sneeze. I only sneeze when i'm around cats, similar to my father. Turns out, under the table was none other than a boy and his cat. Um I also had a little run in with that feline. Damn cat attacked my face and wouldn't let go, I didn't understand it at first but the cat hated me. It took his owner a lot to pull it off my face. Once the cat was off my face I glanced down and holding onto the cat was a boy who looked an awful lot like Junior. It kind of scared my cousin and I for a split second but Junior explained the whole situation.

Update Added: February 14th, 2029 @ 9:30pm

My cousin and I got back at the bunker just in time and our parents found us passed out on the floor. We woke up and we were so glad that we got back home, the world we had gone through was horrible. Somehow Mary and I had lost against Michael and Lucifer, Junior came back to the past for that reason. He told us that things were terrible in his timeline and that a world with which we were freed from Lucifer and Michael was great. I came face to face with my other self which was horrible. I hadn't realized how dark I had gotten if we didn't defeat those angels. Turns out the scribe of God was behind it, and the reason we failed at defeating Michael and Lucifer. But thankfully, we made it through and defeated him, even though I did die for a few minutes. It kind of scared me that I could have died the same way my father did before he became a demon. Anyway, I'm tired, I should probably get some sleep. Until next time.

Yours,

Ezra

February 16th, 2029

Dear Journal,

Things have been rough for me lately, I don't know how to explain it. Everything that happened since Mary and I got back from that alternate world was kind of pulling my strings. The darkness was released and followed us into our timeline and I didn't realize how bad it was going to get. But rather, I had been disturbingly attracted to a woman with long brown hair and a black dress. Everything that's been happening to me has really tested my patience. Worst of all, Claire, the girl I've been interested in, was brought to the hospital. She was in a coma according to the doctors. Mary and I raced to go and help her out and turned out there was more to that hospital than I thought.

Even though Mary and I went there to check on Claire, I found that dick Jackson sitting in Claire's hospital room. The shapeshifter was nothing more than an extra problem amongst a mountain of other problems. While Mary wasn't even around, I knew how he treated her. He was only seeing her as an object, nothing more and nothing less. Then he had the nerve to call me controlling? I'm sorry that I'm trying to protect my cousin from dicks like him. But because he put on a mask, Mary and I got into a fight. Let's just say that kind of continued to go south afterwards. More to come.

Yours,

Ezra.

February 17th, 2029

Dear Journal,

It's the next day, and everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours made me shake. I went from being myself to getting controlled by Amara, I wondered if that was what my father felt when he was around her. I've never shown weakness, I know that Mary saw me as someone who was strong and brave, but if we're being honest, I feel more alone than anything. I know it's a depressing thought but how else should I explain it? Amara made me feel that way, I was never really like this much. Over the years, after getting involved with hunting, I didn't know where I fit. Quoting Jo's words: "I was a freak with a knife collection"

I never wanted to find myself so self absorbed, but it was my calling for attention. I wanted people to notice me, and know that I was more than some supernatural person. I wanted them to see me as a person, I guess no one really noticed except Amara, though she used it as my weakness. So many things had gone down and all I could think about was trying to fit in and trying to show that I was stronger than I looked. I know I'm being ridiculous and I know that there are people who care about me, however, I struggled even getting by. I wanted to live up to my parents expectations, I admire my father, I wanted to be exactly like him. Strong and even brave especially in the face of danger. Sure my uncle was the same way but my father never gave up and he cared about those around him. If something happened to his little brother or his wife, he'd do anything to save them. I wished I could be like that, I guess that's one of the reasons why I wanted to go on my own hunt and show my dad that I can do things also. I'll stop moping now.

Yours,

Ezra.