This can't be happening! I'm just paranoid. Yeah, Paranoid. Oh god, their knocking again! They have found me! I-I need to get out! No..No... That's what they want! They can't come in if I don't let them! God... Why am I even writing in this Diary? I...
You can imagine my relief when I looked at my Diary and didn't find another writing on it. I had spent the night at James, where I explained everything to him. I usually don't go all out with my emotions and all that crap, but I felt like I owed James. I mean, I WAS the one that called him. He took my mind off of it by playing Call of Duty with me. I don't know if it had helped me, or delved me deeper into my insanity. Your probably confused what I'm talking about, but I will explain it in detail. If your reading this Teach, please tell me you know who Amy is.
James had come into the library to see me writing furiously in this book like my life depend on it. I hadn't seen him come in, but when he did, he put his hand on my shoulder, and I jumped like a frightened cat. I jumped so high I almost fell out of my chair.
"David, come with me. I don't know why your acting like this, but your scaring me." I felt a bit guilty as he spoke, but my heart beat was still racing to fast to let out a word. So I stood up wordlessly, as white as a ghost, to his pick-up. It was a quiet ride and I assumed he was taking me to my apartment complex. Until he turned left instead of right.
"Um, you went the wrong way." I finally piped up.
"No, we are going to the school and to my dorm. I got myself a single dorm room so you won't have to worry on anyone coming in." He didn't take his eyes off the road, which was surprising because he usually did whenever he spoke. I didn't think about it much and just decided to keep my mouth shut as we road to the school.
As I had said before I told him everything, when he showed the slightest of dotes, I basically threw the Diary in his face. He was bewildered at first then he read the context. I don't think he knew how to respond, and he looked a bit confused when he read through my 3rd entry.
"Whats wrong?" I had asked.
"Whose this Amy chick? A new girlfriend or something?" He tried to joke with the last sentence to lighten the mood.
"What do you mean 'Whose Amy'? We both have known her since freshman year at High school!" I assumed he was joking on the whole sentence till he gave me a bewildered stare.
"Freshman year? I think I would know if I was friends with a girl named Amy. Especially if I had known her sense Freshman year at High school ." He commented.
"Come on James, i'm already freaked out as it is, don't tell me you forgot her in one day!?" I still had the feeling that he was joking. My nerves eased when I saw a smile creep onto his face.
"And does this Amy girl live in a house made of candy?" James nudged me in a joking manner. I was starting to freak out again, and he must have noticed it. He had later explained that my face went pale again and I had a blank and distant look on my face.
"Whoa, dude . Take it easy. Are you sure your not high?" I had shook my head vigorously. I never had even touched a beer bottle, much less any brownies anyone made in this place.
Everything else was not very interesting, or important. All that happened after that exchange was basically just us playing Call of Duty and crashing.
It bothers me, James couldn't have just forgotten Amy, right? I'm not going insane right? Amy does exist, I didn't just make her up. I couldn't have, I'm not that creative. Amy's personality would be impossible to just... Think up. Her personality is to diverse for that! She is crazy, but calm when she wants to be. She's scrawny like every other girl. I think Amy was the first one that made me understand the whole 'Don't judge a book by its cover' saying. She was scrawny, yes, but she could lift more than some of the guys. She was the fastest runner in the grade for crying out loud! Anytime I, or anyone else, would say something along the lines of 'You can't do that! Your a girl!' She would one up us like it was nothing. Then just walked away with a triumphant look on her face. It would have lightened the blow if she said something snarky to us, but she never did. The most reaction anyone has ever gotten out of her when she wins is a slight pat on their shoulder. Oh, wait. I think I have a picture of her.
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What the heck happened to it!? It looks like a picture found in a horror movie. What the hell is happening? I'm calling Amy right now!
Time/Day: 9:53 A.M. Thursday
Word count: 834
Entry 6:
That was... really weird... I called her and she didn't answer. I called three more times till someone picked up. Here is what happened.
"Hello? Amy?"
"Who is this? Who is Amy? You must have the wrong number." A females voice came through the speaker. I recognized her voice instantly.
"Mrs. Jackson, right?" I hurriedly responded before she could hang up.
"Do I know you?"
"It's me, David. David Shmit." There was silence on the other end, and I began to wonder if she had hung up.
"I'm sorry dear, but I don't know any 'David Shmit'. I don't know how you got this number or my name, but please don't call me again."
"No wait! Amy is your daughter! Amy Jackson!"
"If you call this number again I will call the police!" And with that she hung up.
How is this possibly? Amy's mom could not have forgotten about her! It's insane! and I can't be making all this up, how else would I have the picture, and know Mrs.Jackson. Even in my contacts list its says Amy!
Wait, what the hell? I got a text from Amy. I would probably be happy if it weren't for the message.
'She's gone. He's next.'
He who? I can't think right now! I'm just gonna end this entry here, need some sleep.
