Ian isn't looking for trouble, so when he wakes up in a hospital unaware of what has happened to him, he refuses to find out the truth. Why would he want to remember something that might be too much to handle? The past is the past, isn't it?
But the...
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11 July, 02:00 PM
"It's not going to fit, Nicole."
"It is, just follow the instructions." I don't have time to follow the instructions. Not that I have anything better to do right now, but everybody knows it's a waste of time.
Ugh, it's not going well, I need to start following instructions. I'm helping Nicole with redecorating her room and we're in the middle of putting her new cabinet together. Just taking a lunch break. We've been repainting walls, assembling furniture and trying to figure out how to install new lightning all morning up till now. Walls – navy blue, furniture – dark brown wood, lights in a warm hue, hidden behind the bed and underneath the desk. An extremely cozy vibe, but not very practical in my opinion. I become the laziest person on Earth when the environment around me works in my favor. If it's too comfy, don't expect me to be anything but slothful. I would have never finished any of my homework if it weren't for my dad's spear room which he uses as his library. Hundreds of history books sorted by periods of time and if possible, by color. It looks like an office, and feels like it, too. It seems silly, but I swear every time I walk into my room I start yawning.
03:40 PM
We were almost done cleaning up the mess we made, I was climbing up the ladder to scratch the rest of the paint off of the window when I felt my phone slipping out of my pocket. My heart skipped a beat when I found out the whole screen was covered in cracks. I prayed to Higher Forces for it to still be fully functional, but the Higher Forces didn't listen. The worst thing was, the camera didn't work. I don't have any money to buy a new phone. I can still text, at least.
04:30 PM
I went and asked a guy how much would it cost me to repair my phone, and he said that not less than $250, depending on how much damage was made inside. Yup, not going to happen.
05:15 PM
I got inspired by Nicole today to tidy up my room as well. I don't know where I got this energy from, but I shouldn't complain. I've been home for only four days and it already looks like a tornado came to visit. What's so hard about folding and putting clothes back in the closet right after taking them off? It doesn't sound that difficult but sometimes I feel like this simple task is too hard and complex for me to do. The worst part is that I'm very much aware that I am the tornado, and yet I can't stop throwing and leaving stuff around. I need discipline. And since I don't have anyone to boss me around, I guess I have to be my own boss.
Speaking of being my own boss, I need a plan on how to find out what did I time-travel back for, and just because I don't have any other idea where to begin, I'll start with finding out what happened to me the night I got beaten. The thing is I don't want anybody to know, especially after I was so openly stubborn about not wanting to get involved, so I can't just walk around and ask questions. I mean, I have to ask questions, but I have to be smart about it.
I thought I'd start with investigating (God, I already hate it. Here you go, detective!) the alley I was found in. I'm sure I won't find anything useful, after all, it's been eleven days and all the traces must be long gone, but maybe, just maybe, if I go to the place I know for a fact I was present that night something would click and more memories would come back. Isn't it worth a shot? I think it is.
THINGS TO TAKE WITH ME (on this exciting, full of danger adventure):
1. A flashlight, to lighten the area
2. A compass, if I get lost in the alley
3. One small and one big "medipack"
4. A voice recorder, to always be ready to document events in detail
5. A climbing ax, to climb stuff, obviously
6. Two HK USP Match pistols, for the bad guys
7. Jesus Christ, I'm kidding, I'm not Lara Croft and this is not an adventure
But in all seriousness, it is kind of scary. I think the reason I run away from it is that I'm afraid of what's waiting at the end and it's so humiliating to admit because from what I understand of Nora's riddles, someone's in trouble and it seems like I don't even want to help them. Like I'm too scared. I'm not a leader, I never was, I never know what to do. People make decisions, I follow. Don't I trust myself or is following directions just easier?
