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The Widening Chasm of Silence

All files bar one have been recovered from Anita's Wristbit. These documents are all dated within a two month period.

Chat log 2

Nithead: Katherine

Nithead: Kat

Nithead: Cat

Nithead: Katie

Nithead: Katerino

Nithead: What part was it that made you hate me?

Nithead: was it because we're both girls?

Nithead: were you scared because you hadn't realised?

Nithead: did you think I'd pull a friendzone?

Nithead: Cat

Nithead: I'd give anything to be in your friend zone again

Recording 2

I'm finally here in Bermuda after 7 long hours on a plane. It's so humid here that I swear I can feel my skin drowning in sweat. It took us two hours to get through passport control - two hours spent thinking about talking to Nita. I can't believe I told her that I didn't want to speak to her! What sort of friend does that? Me, I guess. But I'm kind of glad I told her that. I just want to forget Nita and move on. That's bad though, isn't it? To treat your friends like that? But I'm in a new country. I'm going to a new house and I'm going to make new friends. Why would I need my old ones? Oh my gosh, I'm heartless. How in the skies could I say something like that?

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I thought I'd feel so sad about leaving my friends behind, but I feel strangely normal. No, not normal, but like I'm empty, unable to feel a thing. Is this guilt? It doesn't feel like it. Wow, I sound crazy. I'm not mental! I promise. I hope.

Chat log 3

Nithead: I think you should know

Nithead: I've started recording the account thingimajig

Nithead: It's kind of rubbish without you

Nithead: So if you want to help it's now or never

Nithead: I sound fucking desperate

Nithead: I am fucking desperate

Recording 3

All the houses are so colourful here. It’s like living in some two-year-old’s dream.

Last night, someone broke in. My mum knocked them out cold while I called the police. They were definitely impressed. It’s not every day you see a tiny woman knock out three men with absolutely bulging muscles. The break-ins are becoming more and more frequent as this island shrinks. Thanks, acids in the ocean. Why we moved to a shrinking deathtrap only my mum knows.

Three weeks have passed, and I still haven’t talked to Nita. I should, but whenever I try to type something I just don’t know what to say. ‘Goodbye, Nita’ now sounds oddly harsh. I hate what I’ve done to our friendship.

Chat log 4

Nithead: My parents keep asking about you

Nithead: They want to know if you're settling in ok

Nithead: Whether we've talked

Nithead: Whether the parting was hard

Nithead: What do you want me to tell them, Katherine?