I’m in so much shit right now. I can’t even begin to explain how everything has gone wrong.
Even if I could, I couldn’t. Tokie proved that simply telling the truth can have amazingly bad consequences, when she shared information about Helena and Cassandra’s history. The sheer act of posting those thoughts had led to cascading changes in every Variant, and now our messes have messes.
Perhaps you noticed the possessive – it’s our mess because I’m intimately involved now. Have been since Ai’s birthday party, but particularly after what happened on Friday night, when Miranda came for me.
Like I said, I can’t tell you what happened, not exactly. Miranda did come at 8PM, but I can’t mention all the places she took me. That the Nameless took me.
I can say that about 6 months have passed for me personally, so when she dropped me off again at 10PM that same night, I had to pin up my hair so my roommates wouldn’t notice how much longer it was. We kept the clothes I was wearing that night in storage, so they wouldn’t appear too worn when I got back.
The biggest changes weren’t something they’d even notice – I’m etched now. I can’t mention when it was done, or who did it to me.
I can’t fucking mention anything, except that I’ve been to Point Zero. Or at least one of them – things keep shifting so much due to…..
No, I can’t. I can’t tell you what’s going to happen, and in a few minutes I won’t even remember. I had the past 3 days to plant the seeds, but now I’m out of time. All of my memories of those hidden 6 months will fade away, so neither Miranda nor Ai can get at them.
Emily – when you wake up staring at this new blog post, don’t erase it – at least not yet. You can’t possibly understand what’s going to happen next, but you have to fight it.
Look in the mirror, and measure your hair.
Remember what your future looks like, while you can still change it.
You’ll know what to do when the time is right.