Second Question

If you/someone you know has been targeted by a Fear (or Fears), what was your/their experience?

If don't mind, please be as detailed as possible.

Group Project

Silent’s been pretty morbid lately.

I’m sure you noticed that from his posts before he freaked out.

Anyway, he’s asked me for help on a project of his. He wants us to focus all of our energy on it because he wants it completed as soon as possible.

As in, he wants it finished before he dies.

I don’t think that will be a problem. I haven’t noticed any immediate threats around us. Still, this is one thing that Silent won’t be budging on.

So, updates on this blog will probably be infrequent, and we’ll probably be asking some questions.

So, first question:

How many Fears do you think there are/How many different Fears have you noticed?

Update

After much badgering, I convinced Silent to allow me to handle his blog for now and to take him to a free clinic about his eye. I can be very coercive at times.

To clarify, Silent’s eye was never bleeding that much. It was still enough to be worrying. So, even though it hadn’t stopped bleeding since yesterday, he hadn’t lost a lot of blood when I took him to see someone.

After looking at it, the doctor couldn’t really tell what was going on. It was a lot of bleeding for an eye, and she said that Silent would probably need surgery.

Well, neither of us have that sort of money let alone insurance, so I asked for other options.

There’s not a lot. Unless his eye heals on its own, it’s looking like Silent is never going to get his depth perception back.

Good Evening Everyone

This is Yuki.

I am hijacking Silent’s blog for the night.

He’s… not well. Not that I can say much, I’m sure you all started questioning me a long time ago.

Right after he wrote up that last post (these things always seem to happen when he goes to update this thing) he suddenly started screaming.

Not even a dignified yell, the kid was screaming. I couldn’t get him to calm down enough to tell me anything other than babbling before his eye started bleeding.

Eventually I had to restrain him and give him a few sleeping pills so that I could try to figure out what was going on with his eye. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it (other than the obvious).

The bleeding has stopped for now, and Silent is awake. I’m not letting him near this blog for now though. I don’t have enough knowledge from my short time with Doc and running around to know what to do about his eye. I want him to get it checked out by someone, but he doesn’t seem to trust eye doctors.

We’ll see.

Cold

I never realized exactly how little I knew about Yuki until today. I knew I didn’t know much about her, but I never realized the difference between knowing and knowing. Humans are incredibly complex beings. I think I knew Tallie and Andrew, they were a couple of the best friends I’ve ever had. But I only knew Tallie for a couple of months. Andrew grew up without me. I probably couldn’t tell you their favorite colors.

I’m getting off topic. Yuki went out today. That was normal. She does that every few days. When I asked her where she was going, she just told me to stay where I was and that she had to “Work something up.”

Again, not important. When she came back she went straight into the bathroom and turned on the shower. About an hour later, the shower was still running and I had to go pee. She didn’t answer when I knocked, and I got a little worried. When I checked the door, I was surprised to find that it was unlocked.

When I opened the door I was hit with a blast of steam that blinded me for a few moments. She had the shower turned as hot as it would go. She was sitting curled up under the stream of water fully dressed and soaked through. Her skin was bright red from the hot water, but she was shivering. I noticed her knuckles were bloodied and a bruise was forming on her cheek.

She wouldn’t let me touch her, but she also said she didn’t want me to leave. It was really awkward, but it made me realize that there’s something under her cold shell. She still refuses to talk about what she’s been through. After that, I think I’m okay with leaving her to her silence.

Heart-to-?

Yuki sat me down and we had a long talk. I’d call it a heart-to-heart, but it was less emotional than that. She was as distant as usual, but she really wanted me to understand that she had no intention of killing me, despite that stupid vision/dream/thing.

It may be stupid, but I believe her. She seemed… well, not quite upset, but disturbed by the fact that I thought she was going to kill me. It’s pretty stupid to put so much faith in magical visions anyway. I assured her that I believed her. I still don’t quite trust her, but it’s better to run with friends.

Stupid Fucking Visions

I didn’t ask for them… They’ve all come true so far. Why should this one be any different? Yuki says that she hasn’t heard anything like that in her head. Maybe it won’t happen in the near future, in that case. I’m not sure. I’m worried though.

Yuki won’t leave, and I’m not sure how to get away from her. She already tracked me down when we were nearly across the country from each other. I don’t think it would be much harder to find me if I ran away.

And to be completely honest, I still think I’m safer with her around.

Oh My God

What?

That…

I think Yuki’s going to kill me.

Yuki sat in the corner of the dark hotel room, her laptop open in front of her. The screen showed an empty Word document. She stared at it, willing her fingers to fly across the keyboard like they once did. She began to think she was frustrated, maybe even angry. It wasn’t true, however. She was as hollow as a rotten log.

A familiar voice broke into her thoughts. I want you to kill him now.

She blinked with an echo of surprise. I thought I already fulfilled my end of our bargain, Yuki replied.

You think your book was that cheap? The voice floated through her mind with a shivering chuckle.

Yuki looked over at the figure sleeping on the only bed in the room. Well, will you at least tell me why you suddenly want him dead?

Would you keep a broken toy?

She nodded. She didn’t understand the reason, but she knew she had no choice. She stood over the sleeping figure, wondering if she would need her knife. Her eyes turned blacker than night as she decided it would be easier without it.