He Lives

Four: Jeni

I watch the video once again. People call me weird, odd, even sick They say I'm 'obsessed with Bloodsoul'. They're so blind.
I go to one of the blogs to see if there's new evidence, when I see an interesting article. Pictures from the case about those two men who sacrified their friend. They say they got pictures. Pictures of Bloodsoul. This greatly catches my interest and I look at the pictures. Taken with an iPhone, sort of blurry, were taken while in a rush... not very useful. Except this one... Everything is blurry, except two amber, empty glowing dots. Eyes. It's got to be his eyes. I stare at the picture, fascinated. Then I save it and add it to my blog. My blog... 'He lives'. I don't care about the weird looks I get, but Bloodsoul is real, some idiot decided to turn him into a meme, so no one takes him seriously.
I get up and close the computer. I get outside and stretch as wide as I can. My cap is on. It's a funny little cap with two hanging rips. People think it's weird. But I like it.
I start swinging in the playground. Going higher, higher... I love feeling like I'm rising, falling, but rising higher next time. I try not to make any weird sounds. I tend to do that when I'm happy, and I don't want to freak out the kids. The weirdness's gotta stop at some point.
My mom is coming across the playground. She is acting kind of discrete, as if she doesn't want anyone to know that I'm her daughter.
"Jeni... I've... made an, uhm, appointment." She says. I slow down and look up. "There is a camp. Alwood Teen Camp. I've... signed you up for it."
I look at her. "Why?" I'm hoping it isn't some kind of camp that makes different kids normal.
She coughs. "I just... want you to be influenced by a few people that are more... ahem... mediocre."
Great. It probably is some reforming prison.
I don't feel like replying to that, so I get up and quietly walk back in.