Journal Entry: March 15th, 2014
I have to say I was against keeping this journal at the beginning. Something about writing down my innermost thoughts, feelings, and desires felt more like providing evidence for the Police than any sort of real catharsis.
As usual, my dear sister convinced me of her point of view... and as usual, she was right.
It's hard to believe I've almost filled the whole book. I'm not sure what to do when I reach the last page. Do I start another? That would only make sense, I guess. I haven't felt like I'm being watched for months. Maybe even a year, I'll have to check back.
You were right, Callie. My head is finally starting to sit straight on my shoulders.
I've spent so much time worrying about others' secrets and never attended to my own.
Journal Entry: March 20th, 2014
Haven't heard from Callie in a few weeks. Unusual. As I wrote before, we have a routine. She calls me up when she's not busy and we talk for an hour or so. She always asks what's been going on in my world, and eventually I shut up long enough for her to tell me the same.
Funny. I didn't realize how much I relied on that. I'm like a dog waiting by the front door. Will she call now? Now? Never?
Journal Entry: April 1st, 2014
April Fool's day. Today, I'm thinking about April 1st, 1985. I chased Georgie Wickshaw through the woods with a hatchet.
"April Fools!" I shrieked over and over again, "April Fools!"
I didn't really understand the holiday. Now I do.
Journal Entry: April 10th, 2014
Still no word from Callie. I'd call her but we both agreed I shouldn't have her contact information. Sometimes I sleep-call people if I have their number. Seemed like a good idea, but now I'm not sure. I want her to know how okay I am.
I noticed someone in the garden. It turned out to be the neighbor kid, selling cookies door to door for some reason. I didn't answer the knocking. She knocked so much.
I have her plastic tea set from their backyard, now. I don't know why, but I want her to know it's gone and start crying. That's not a good reaction. I should put it back at night.
Journal Entry: May 12th, 2014
Callie. Call me if you can read this somehow.
Journal Entry: May 21st, 2014
I'm seriously wondering if this journal is a good idea. I know that I'm starting to do funny things again, which is bad because the journal was helping. I don't think I should be writing down everything I do.
If the Police find this, they may question me about the tea set or the keyed car. He was parked in a handicapped space, but I saw he wasn't disabled. Honestly, they should be on my side with that one.
Still, if I stop writing, Callie's going to be mad when she calls me.
Journal Entry: July 2nd, 2014
Went to the mall today, for the first time in two weeks. The men with the clipboards were still there, writing secrets about pretty much everything. Especially me. I tried to walk different so their notes would be incorrect, and I switched my watch so they'd think I'm left-handed.
If the Police find this, they're going to feed me to a dog.
Journal Entry: July 13th, 2014
He's like one of the wind sock men outside of a store. His head is human, I can tell, but his clothes are full of air and he's moving wrong and bends wrong. I don't think I'm going outside right now.
Journal Entry: July 24th, 2014
Callie, if this is a test I think I failed.
Journal Entry: August 4th, 2014
I got a letter today. I don't like them.
It's sitting on the table and I don't want to touch it because it contains secret information. It could be from the Police or a Terrorist and it could have dust or spider's legs or human eyes cut out of a magazine.
Imagine if you found eyes.
The letter is beat up and taped over, like it got eaten by a machine or it lost a fight with another letter.
I don't want to open it.
If it's from the Police they'll know I've opened it.
They're waiting for me to open it.
I know that it is full of eyes.
[Letter located between journal pages]
You don't know me, but I'm Callie's friend, Hope. She asked me to send you a letter if there was an emergency, but for some reason she didn't want me to call.
She was in a car accident on Feb 27th and things are looking pretty bad, unfortunately. She's in critical condition, and Doctors say they need to find a match for several donations if she's going to make it to the end of the week.
Again, I really hate to put it that plainly, but time is of the essence. As her twin brother, you of course fit the needed requirements.
If I had your name I would've been able to contact you faster, but Callie has always been extremely tight-lipped about you.
Good luck, and may God be with you both.
Journal Entry: [No date]
Stamps stick by themselves.
I registered my complaint with the post office.
Stamps stick on skin and eyeballs.
I will pull out all of the secrets.
People are envelopes.