"I don't know what day it is. Heck, is it even light out there. I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.
All the days are moulding into one. I'm just sat in a chair, my arms tied to the back, my legs tied to the front. My mouth is stuffed, but at least they have the audacity to keep my eyes clear. So I can read and watch.
In front of me sits a huge screen, a colossal projector. It's great really, many people would love to spend all their time watching a TV. If only people knew what I'm watching.
I'm not an idiot, I know when I'm getting brainwashed, but I won't let it happen. I won't let it happen. I won't.
The static on the screen may make me crazy, the countless snuff videos used to make me terrified. I could never stop crying but now... now it's just normal. I used to feel afraid of the daily injections, with Clare, and old friend sending some sort of drug into me. Making me weak, deranged even.
I'm seeing things. I'm not feeling anything. I've become immune to people being killed, I'm even finding it enjoyable when you just hear someone's final scream.
But no. I can feel myself losing control of whatever my body is doing, I'm being controlled by a monster, that's not me. I'm trying to think of my friends, James most of all. I used to scoff at that Jelody stuff, but it's the only thing that's keeping the only bit of me, of Melody, left.
I don't know how long it's going to be before I join Clare and that THING, that coward behind a Polaroid camera, but I know it's soon. With every day I'm losing strength, losing will and losing me. But know that I will fight. I'll try my best. For Heather... and for James"
Heather sat there, her white bone-like fingers trembling. Just typing a message like that took the final pieces of energy out of her. She tapped send and collapsed.
Clare took the phone from her body, inserting the needle into her body in the process. The drug soared into Melody's system, rushing up to her brain and changing how she thinks, and feels. If she wakes up... she won't even remember who Heather is.
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The Killer on the Polaroid Camera
Mystery / ThrillerA virtual chat room, but with a murderer hiding behind a keyboard. (A/N: This is an experiment, and so when there's a chapter not in a chatroom, we know that something weird, but indicating, is going to happen)
