*Is it time to wake up already? Well then, rise and shine Sleeping Beauty. Isn’t it strangely fitting though? Calling you that I mean. You’ve lived in fantasy your whole life why not incorporate more and more of it into your daily life. Where are the dwarves and the handsome prince? If you feel uncomfortable being in the damsel in distress role, even though it completely fits your situation- you’re always getting yourself into trouble, why not be the hero from some story. It doesn’t matter what role you take as long as you’re the main character. Right? You’re awake I am aware so how ‘bout.*

“Shut the Hell up.”

Ever since that thing showed up it has had a comment for every situation. I think I really might have gone off the deep end; since in all honesty I’m probably talking to myself. Let’s just assume for a second then that this voice isn’t all in my head, which means that it’s purposely trying to cause me distress with all of its snide comments.

*I apologize, it wasn’t my intention to cause you distress but living inside your head involves a lot of free time and while I’m not going insane, if insanity is major change in thought processes, actually it’s strange since according to what I’ve read under the current conditions I should have gone very insane but I digress, while I am not going insane if I do nothing for a long enough period of time this spiral starts and I start to have trouble regulating the intensity of my emotions. It’s actually entertaining at times but most of the time it is an inconvenience.*

To be honest I’ve felt some gratitude towards this voice in my head it has helped me to retain at least some of my sanity. It always responds when I have something to talk about. It has many ideas that it likes to talk about. It jokes, in an insulting way usually and I don’t think it actually cares. I can manage socially now without immediately becoming an asshole or generally inept but I really think now that had more to do with me starting to treat people as NPCs, as non-entities. It doesn’t matter what you say to something that doesn’t exist but now I don’t think that there’s anything different between the zombies and me. A few weeks have passed since then and I’m still friends with girl, odd as that may sound. She’s only herself once out of every three days but it seems that the voice in my head has some insight into my ability which happened when it came into existence apparently, but it wasn’t able to interpret all the information and I’m told it has taken the form of many papers on typed text and if they can be arranged in the correct order then the information can be interpreted. Otherwise trying to read it would be the equivalent of handing an illiterate caveman a set of instructions on how to build a rocket and then leaving them in peace so they wouldn’t be distracted from their work. So the voice in my head which gives me advice is apparently a good thing and it continues to be a good thing since its creation apparently caused a crack in this warped reality. This torture will be over within a year.

*Sooner actually. As long as the situation can’t be salvaged then the point is lost.*

What do you mean? What counts as salvaged?

*I will explain as far as I am able but at the moment it’s more important that you begin getting ready for school I’ll explain while you do. Keep in mind that you need to shut up while I’m talking, if you have questions at the end you can ask them then.*

Arrogant prick, guess it doesn’t really matter although how the hell that’ll work with my thoughts being read and the automatic response which comes from interpreting information. On second thought, are you an idiot? You’re an idiot.

*Ignoring that, anyway you’ve never found it strange that no problems are caused between delinquent mode and anyone else. Yes, there is a corrective force but you’ve seen that problems become smaller not nonexistent. You’ve even seen this force stretched beyond its range of abilities but this has never happened when you weren’t there to witness it. I read significant memories related to your ability a while ago and your ability was extremely limited in scale not long before this. What’s even more interesting is that it always fulfills what you imagine as well as it can. You imagine a flower and you get a flower, you also get everything associated with that flower- stuff you didn’t imagine. You can smell it, bugs come and go. You get details to the full extent of its ability and it will absolutely have what you imagined. If you imagined that you had an apple pie than one will fall out of a rip in a bag and land in its box-unharmed-in front of you. The impact will even pop open the lid, just so you can see it. If you imagined an apple pie magically appearing in front of you it wouldn’t have the power necessary to do that so instead you’d get the crust but it’d look and smell like an apple pie. You have what you imagined but details were skipped since they were considered impossible and you get a substitute instead. You probably believed that there was filling inside so filling is lightly smeared on the upper layer of the inside of the pie, your ‘wish’ had been fulfilled. What happens then if you realized that there isn’t any filling? It’s actually a mystery but the dream would end. Something interesting to note here is that even though filling wasn’t a direct expectation it was still on the list of necessary requirements.*

So the reality that is being warped is only happening if it’s within my range of perception. *Far as I can tell.* If it’s an absolute that what I imagined be seen as fulfilled then if it can’t be then nothing happens since it gives all that I imagined first and then tacks on extra detail but it needs to at least fulfill minimal detail or at least seem like it does. That explains why it’ll fall apart if I know that what I imagined isn’t actually happening. For it to be considered a success I would have to be convinced that things are working the way I had imagined. So, to convince me from this point onward incidents should start occurring outside of my field of perception but still close enough that I find out what happened to any of the delinquents or I’ll hear about fundraisers and charities happening from the smileys. Broadening the range in an attempt to convince me that it is doing everything that I expected. If it succeeds in convincing me or manages to fulfill all requirements then it’ll end in a year. If it can’t then it’ll end some point earlier than that.

At any rate I’m ready for school now so I suppose I should be ready for the delinquent’s antics. I steal some candy and a soda on the way there, you know while waiting for lunch. Made it, barely in time for breakfa……

The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.

*Seems like it couldn’t be salvaged after all. Well seems like you were right about it falling apart if you knew that something was off. You know it makes sense, if the problems can no longer happen then as far as it goes the wish is seen as fulfilled.*

Passage from Journal Entry 4: Is it ironic that the first time I thought about actually describing my school was when it could no longer be termed that. It was a scene out of some horror film, except it wasn’t since a horror film could never pull off such a scene. The problem doesn’t lie with the special effects or how carefully it was set up. In all honesty their scene would have looked more horrific if it didn’t lack one small detail. Reality. Have you ever played a game and then ended up in some creepy environment and you start to get the chills. It wasn’t like that, It wasn’t like that. These weren’t strangers they were people I had seen every day for several years. Everyone was dead. I started remembering details connected to the faces on the floor and it hurt to remember but it was far worse to look at a face and realize that I didn’t remember anything about that person. I didn’t know their face, I don’t even remember passing by that person in the halls. Our school colors were a light blue and a dark purple and the mascot was oddly enough a star with the two colors mixed in. It was to remind us to not only shoot for the stars but also to be unique. I used to make fun of it but I’ve thought about the meaning since then and while generic and corny it seems like maybe I shouldn’t have written it off back then. It was a nice school. There was the main entry way, before coming in there was a big lawn. A flag pole was within sight if looking out the windows or from the doors. The office was to the right when walking in and to left were most of the classrooms. If you kept walking forward then you would find the gym and cafeteria are also on the left side of the building and then the rest of the classes are on the left side. Things like auto shop, wood shop, you know classes I’ve never taken and whose names I may have altered. Well as far as I’m aware doing this is supposed to be a safety hazard of some sort but the school was a repurposed building and it was cheaper this way. The color scheme of the school was white with stripes with the same colors as the school colors at the top and bottom.

I’m all alone now. Even the voice is gone. I’m walking through the hallways but I want to turn around

(No… No… Alone… I’m all alone… Have I ever really been anything else? When you’re better than)

and run away from this place to safety and I hate myself for it. I’ve killed everyone I’ve ever known and

(everyone else isn’t it natural that you’d end up isolated? I’m pathetic, why is everyone else always)

in my heart I still rank higher than all of them. I’m nearing the end of my rounds now and it seems that

(hurt when I should be. I hate living but god do I want to live. I don’t get it. What’s the point. Maybe)

everyone who was corrupted has been killed. That kid right there liked to tell jokes in cla… Then I start

(there is none or whatever I choose. Well, At least I still have my mom and girl isn’t here. No! No! No!)

running hoping all the while. I went to my house first and ding do we have a winner. I’m not thinking

(Please! God no! The eyes are glassy looking. It freaks me out. She seems sad. It’s because it’s sad.) 

right. The blood is warm, it feels comforting but she’s dead. They’re both dead actually but I don’t care

(Right? I thought death was cold but it’s warm. She’s still dead. Girl went suicide style. Maybe she)

about her, I care about her. Who’s gonna bitch at me from now on. Hey I’m laughing, it’s genuine but it’s

(needed a hug. Hey I’m funny, what else is funny? Death. Death is funny. He’s the goth kid at school)

not quite right. Oh, the tears. It seems funny so I start laughing again. I stop laughing because it isn’t

(who probably gets high. High as a kite. Since I killed all these people does that make me the reaper?)

funny. It’s actually hilarious. So I start laughing again. I’ve killed everyone. I deserve punishment but I’m

(Oh wait. I don’t get high. Maybe I’m his shitty kid brother then who’s following in his footsteps for no)

a coward who doesn’t want to deal with it. How ‘bout someone else instead. If I was someone else?

(good reason. Wait reaper killed them. I did? I’m not me? I’m not me. That’s… better. I’m not me! Not)

The world begins to fade away as black spider webs crackle around me. They’re beautiful to look at but

(me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me!)

they’re ugly. I’ve forgotten who I am now. I can’t remember my past at all. When I wake up the dream

(Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me! Not)

will end and another will begin.

(me! Not me! Not me! Not me!)