Hello, witnesses

Waaasssuuuup witnesses? Not sure why Vince chose that name for you all, but its pretty cool. “Witnesses”, like you’re in some sort of court room.

Anyway this is Daniel. We’re chilling out at my place and Vince decided to let me on his blog for a little while, so yeah lets get this thing going. And man, you have no idea how far my little man Vince has come. So he comes to me yesterday and says that he wants to be a “true” part of our group, whatever that means, so I host this little get-together here at my place while mom’s at work. And this is great, we’re all having a great time!

Right, well Vince just had his first cigarette, and that was too funny. Well, he said it wasn't his first time 'cause he had tried to smoke before but his dad caught him, but yeah. He started coughing like he was about to cough up a lung and Ty started to tease him about it. Then Vince just punches Ty across the face and sends him flying out of his chair, bahaha, and we all start laughing and Vince is just standing there with this angry look on his face with smoke all around him and he looked pretty awesome, actually. He started to calm down but I would have liked to see more of that fighting action.

Well I guess we did see some action, 'cause after that Becca started... taking an interest in Vince. We gave them a little privacy, y’know, 'cause I respect the kid. Doubt it'll go any farther than a makeout session, but whatever - at least Vince is finally getting himself out there, being more confident.

Now we’re upstairs, Ty’s in the other room with some girl he just met a few hours ago. Me, I’m here with Viv who showed up earlier. She’s what holds the group together, I think... She has this, I don't know, motherly trait about her. I wouldn't be a good leader at all. Anyway, she isn’t around a whole lot, but when she is... eh no real way to describe it. Its like... she won't give up on you, no matter what you do. She’s been busy bringing in some more people, people she thinks will help 'reach our goal', which sounds good to me. I'm behind any plan she has. Yeah yeah, so it might seem like I’m saying these things just so I can get lucky a little later on, but its true. I love her and the rest of our little... family.

And Vince, welcome to the family.

Nothing Matters

Things will never change, no matter what you do. You try and change yourself once, the other side hates you. You try and change yourself twice, it still happens.

No matter what I try to do, it all comes down to people, and people are evil. Deep down, they all are, it doesn’t matter what they are on the outside. And I’ve seen the faces of the evil in people, oh, I have. And I hate it, I hate them, I hate this entire world.

I was walking home from school Friday and then it happened.. haha, should have seen it coming... Four guys, friends of Will's, probably, had been following me and when we were alone they started to harass me. They started saying how I was pathetic for making the blog, how I was an asshole, and then one of them, one with a birthmark right beneath his lip, clips me right in the nose. And then he starts kicking and smashing , and the others did nothing. They just sat and watched, looking on as I got the crap beaten out of me. And then they left me bleeding there on the road.
Got found... taken to the hospital. Found out I had a broken wrist, so you can imagine how tough it was for me to make that post the other night, eh? Hah... oh, and some bruised ribs and black eyes always look appealing...

Maybe I was wrong in making this blog… I... I regret it now... The whispers are back, the ones around school, and the people who I thought were supportive of me are just hiding behind their masks, acting like I’m in the right when they talk about me behind my back. I know, I see their looks. What is the point of making this in a fight for retribution when all it earns you is what you had before? Nothing… Nothing at all…

My dad was right all along. I won’t amount to anything, because I don’t matter. I regret so many things, so many damn things. I wish I had been more athletic to make him proud, wish I was interested in hunting or hiking or something like he is, but no- he considers me a failure. That’s why he doesn’t say he loves me anymore, why I haven’t heard those words in a long time. Three simple words could have such a significant impact, but no, there’s a refusal because of one thing:

I'm a failure.
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Comments

Time to look over some of the interesting comments I've been getting.

From Disputing Madness:
You two fucking deserve each other.

Have fun, those times she wears red.

Yes, because that makes a whole lot of sense. How about you go for a coherent response next time, DM?

From proxiehunter (in response to DM):

You should have more pity for Vivian. Unlike Vincent here she's ill. Terminally so most likely. It seems from this that there's still some of her left fighting It. Or trying to, anyway.

What the hell has this world come to? *ME* saying to pity one of them.

Implying that I'm sick? I don't know, don't really care anymore. Yet another cryptic comment, though, this time talking about "Them". Right, because I'm totally going to KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

From Mask of Insanity:

Because you like da pussy Prox.

Besides, I want to see how this pan out. I just hope we don't get the freaking details of the bumping and more on Them.

Now, since nothing related to my search is here, moving on. I don't have time to act insane.

I honestly have no idea how to respond to this, so I think a simple "Go screw yourself" will work. Vivian and I won't be "bumping" - we practically just met. And yet another reference to the fabled "Them!" Oh, how did you know that I love cryptic comments? Oh, you!

And finally, from Phobos:

Oh shit. He actually let her make physical contact. I honestly have no words to describe that kind of decision.

Hm. Okay. Well, none of you have really given me a reason to NOT make contact with Vivian - or any of my new friends, for that matter. All I've been getting are cryptic comments left and right, with no one telling me what they're talking about.

Here's the thing, though. Don't you dare condemn me for making physical contact with Vivian when no one's told me why I shouldn't. Until you've walked a mile in my shoes, you don't get to condemn me.

"But Vincent, you uploaded Lois' diary on here--"

Yeah, I know I did. That was the reason I made this thing in the first place. And I regret it oh so much right now because it's bringing me nothing but pain. Heh, right. Forgot to mention that, didn't I? Well, I haven't had a great day, and coming home to have people saying I made a poor decision when I don't even know the reason why they're saying it's poor in the first place... well, it pisses me off.

So, from now on?

Either you post coherent replies instead of the cryptic nonsense that keeps coming, or I'll turn off comments completely.

... Oh, wonderful. Dad's calling me into the living room. This ought to be good... I assume it's about the fight today, since there's no other reason why he'd want to talk to me in the first place.

Bye.

Evening. Just had a really fun afternoon, and I thought I'd share it with all of you. And this is has the side-effect of pissing off my favorite cryptic poster, Disputing Madness!

So, without further ado, let's begin.

I was home alone earlier this afternoon since my parents were going out for their anniversary, just... well, not doing anything, really. Not much to do around here, and my neighborhood is  devoid of any people my age. And Daniel's been busy fixing his car, so we couldn't hang out today, either. Looked like another boring afternoon.

That's when I heard a knock on the door.

I walk to the front of my house, expecting the mailman or something. I open the door and there stands the last person I expected to find at my house: Vivian Foster.

She was dressed in blue jeans and a dark green hoodie, her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. She smiled at me, saying hello, while I stood there like an idiot and unsure of what to do. Look, I've never had a cute girl appear at my house before, okay? Don't judge.

It was strange, though. I expected Vivian to act more... dominant, I guess, after reading Lois' journal and hearing Daniel describe her. But she seemed almost... shy, just like me. Maybe she was just pretending to make me feel better.

I invited her in and thus began the awkwardest moments in my life. We didn't say anything for a little while, just walked into the living room and sat down. I finally asked her if she wanted something to eat or drink, but she said no. And... well. Here's how the conversation went:

Me: "So..."
Vivian: "Hm?"
M: "Uh, I was just wondering what you're doing here. I thought... well, I thought you were busy or something. That's what Daniel tells me."
V: "I don't know what I'd be busy with."
M: "Visiting people, I think?"
V: "Well... then in a way, I guess I am busy. I'm visiting you, aren't I?" (She smiles upon saying this)
M: "Oh... right, haha. So... that's all this is, then? Just visiting me?"
V: "Well... it occurred to me that you've been a part of Danny's little group and I've neglected to introduce myself. But... you already know who I am, of course."
M: "Not by reputation, though! Ah... not saying you have a reputation or anything. I mean, ah... nevermind."
V: "Well, I do have a little bit of a reputation... But I'm referring to Lois' journal."
M: "Yeah, that's, um, what I meant."
V: "Of course."
M: "...Well, I'm Vincent. Nice to... finally meet you, I guess."
V: "Likewise." (She smiles again)

After that horribly awkward conversation, we got to talking about... well, pretty much everything, really. How school was going for us, what we thought of other members of Daniel's group (don't worry, they were all positive things), what we thought of other people at school... normal conversation topics, you know? Or I guess they're normal. Never really had a conversation like I had with Vivian...

Anyway, we decided on going out to eat since there's not a lot to do at my house. Not anything fancy, just this Italian place downtown. And it was really nice; we laughed a lot throughout our meal over random stuff. Daniel was not kidding when he said Vivian had a great sense of humor - she can find something hilarious in almost anything, and will immediately point it out.

We went to this bowling place after dinner and it was kind of fun. I found out that I'm actually kind of good at something; managed to get a 190-something score on my first game, and Vivian said that wasn't bad at all for a first timer. We stayed there for around three hours just bowling and talking, and after awhile it was just us in the place (aside from the owners, of course).

There was one thing that struck me as odd, though. Vivian was about to go but paused, as if thinking about something. She turned to me, almost like she was confused, and I saw... I don't know, I think I saw fear in her eyes. She seemed... afraid. I asked her what's wrong and she sat down, putting the bowling ball on the seat beside her. Her eyes were on the floor and she didn't speak for a few moments and I thought about asking her again when she started to speak.

"Do you ever feel like... you're not the same person you were?"

The question caught me off guard. "What do you mean?"

She just shook her head. "Nothing, it's just... I feel like sometimes I'm losing myself, bits and pieces day-by-day. I guess it's me growing up, but I feel like it's happening too fast." Vivian hugged herself, almost like she was cold. "I don't like it. I... I want to be me, Vince. I don't want to be something else. Do you know what I mean?" She turned to look at me, that scared look still in her eyes.

I honestly didn't know how to respond, but I attempted to do so, anyway. "Well, I guess I do. I think I'm kind of the opposite, really... I've always been sheltered to the point where I can't relate to a lot of people, but through the past month and a half... meeting Daniel and you, for instance... I feel like it's making me a different person, but for the better. I think you just have to look at the positives, you know?"

I don't know if she understood or not, but she nodded her head. She closed her eyes for a few moments and when she opened them, that look of fear was gone. In fact, she looked almost... determined. Considering her next statement, that look made sense: "Bet you can't beat me at another game!"

We got kicked out about twenty minutes later, and since it was getting late we decided to part ways. Before she left, Vivian kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, Vince. You're not such a bad guy after all." And... well, she walked off, nothing more than that.

And... that was my night. So, yeah.

No dream last night. Maybe they're over.

Dreaming

Okay. Going to try and not make as many typos as last time, but here’s the third dream I’ve had...

I was walking down a road, nothing else on it. All of the buildings were crumbling or on fire, and in front of me I could see people walking towards me. Then I saw myself, and behind me there were a lot of people following. I'm... not sure what they looked like, mostly blurred figures, but I could see a dagger poised just across my throat and some sort of animal, a beast, walking next to me.

And then there was this thing behind me, a shadow made of ash, eyes like burning coals. And then I was myself again, not caring about the being behind me, eyes forward.

We reached a crossroads and I looked out in front of me, expecting to see... something. I don't really remember what, but... this thing, this shape that kept changing into something... familiar. I can't put my finger on it, but it looked like something I knew. And... then this light, almost like glowing white water, was flowing into this shape... No, no, the shape was... devouring the light. And then it became the light, and turned the light into a man. Then there were more shapes behind this man, all changing...

Then I looked to my left to see a... King, I guess. He had a crown of knives on his forehead, and they seemed to be digging into his skull. Where this king stepped, these shapes, the ones with no definite form but surrounded by a white outline and rippling darkness, they seemed to spring out of the ground. They reached for him, trying to hang on as the king walked along. And in the king's hands he carried this gray key that is as big as my middle finger, and he was twirling it in his fingers.

And to my right was just a man, a man with no shape or form, no details to make him stand out, but he... stood out more than the others. And as he walked down the road it was collapsing, all of it gone, and then it wasn’t the shape of a man but… something else. Something wrong. It was something that was large but compacted into a form that you knew shouldn't be able to handle that, but it was also something tiny that filled the void. And everything was so... silent around it. You couldn't hear anything, not even the sound of the road being torn in several places.

I looked up and saw that this area was surrounded by some sort of... building. Like an observation post, I guess. On it, I could see several things, some of them I didn't really get a chance to look at but I could feel them there. The one that stood out the most was this... thing, something really tall and wearing a black trench coat zipped all the way up. It turned it's gaze on me and I felt like I was being analyzed, taken into account, and when it looked away I felt a sort of peace wash over me.

And then I was faced with the strange woman again, the woman in white, and she placed her hands on my face while looking into my eyes. And she whispered that saying again – “There’s something in your shadow.” – and suddenly the claws were tearing at my face as she screamed...

And that’s when I woke up.

Thing is... I found red marks on my face, almost like someone was scratching it... Did I do that? What is happening to me?

Happened again. Posting thie dream now.

Thi time I started out in a place loke the Arizzona desert or something like that, not waves of sand like how you usually think. But there weren’t any bushes or cacti or whatever, so it was just arid. I was walkig through it but wasn’t really hot at all and then I start seeing these peools of water floating in the air, streams flowing into the sky, right”> and so I’m not realy sure what that’s about.

i got really thirsty this time so I went to drink from one of the streams and all of a sudden I was in a forest at night, around some sort of campfire. Then this guy, he was sitting there and shivering despite having a coat on. There was another guy with him, an older one who awas cleaning his knife, bt my focus was mostly on the other guy, the teenager. He was covered in bruises ad it looked someone had clawedd at hs eyes leaving these marksst around them. He had that mark on his arm but it had a wet bandage aroud it all bloody and the likea. "you shokuldnt be geting involved with her" the oldre guy asiad

they start talking aboiuyt smthnig else but im not sure what they. Were taking about. Didn’t aeeakt ah damn it this is going ato be ufull of so many tpos. Anyway they were talking and and… I don’t know they were saying something about the killer but saying he wasn’t the only one?

Then I was looking at her, at Sarah, and she had some guyha watcuhing here..a lightt

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and there was something else, I was in the desert again and the woman was there, the owman who loks bewautifull. And I started walking up to her but she was baakigc away and I noticed things about her like the long fingers but werhich were probally poithy fingernails sh or someihnti. And her eyes were weird like the pupils were larger. In fact I am almost sure they awer yeah. And then she started to spaek and it was really weord, like she was alony mimicking what someone alridea said before and repeating it like ishe idoesn’t knwow nhwt ti means.

She said “There’s something in your shadow.”

And then I woke upo and timing this.