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Karmel
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Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 10/21/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Quite a bit of stuff. Writing, Music, Guitar, Reading, Friends.
Expertise: Writing :)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
6/7/2003
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| (Very sorry about the lack of updates, this one may become a little long..)
Hmm..start off by saying that I'm sorry I haven't been able to update this..I've been busy like you would not believe. Joss is dead, but I'll explain that later. After my last update, I had gone into my parents basement chamber to look through more files, I thought they had gone out, but I had been wrong. As I walked in, I heard the voice of my mother greet me. "Hello Karmel." She had heard me come in..no, she had expected me to come in. "M..mom..?" "That's right, dear. So, come for more late-night reading material?" She looked at me and snickered, she did not look angry though. She looked at me with apathy in her eyes, no anger, no happiness. It would be safe to say at this point that I had no idea what was going to happen, and that I was deftly frightened. "Well, Karmel, you won't be reading these files anymore." At those lines, I was scared for my safety, and for the safety of Joss. "Gryph, what we've done for you, is only the beginning.." Had I heard her wrong? Had she called me Gryph? No, I hadn't misheard her, she had. "Oh, this will be a great time for the human race , and it will have been with your help." She pulled out what looked to be a syringe, with a rather large needle. I turned to ran, but behind me my passage was blocked by my father. "Karmel, you're not going anywhere. We can't risk you knowing what's going on." He grabbed ahold of me. It's hard to say exactly what happened here, other than my father holding me while my mother injected me with some fluid, I can't remember much.
The next day I awoke in the hospital. This is where I must explain carefully. I had no recollection of anything, who I was, where I was, what had happened. I'll explain in a minute what helped me regain my memory. My mother and father were in the room smiling down on me. "Oh, Karmel, you're okay! We were so worried, you seemed to have fainted out of nowhere. The doctors have said it was heat-stroke." So, that's the lie they fed me. It would be hours before I arrived home, and even later still until I knew what had happened. It was the next day, after I had remembered miscellaneous info about myself, that Joss had come over. My parents weren't home at the time, so he had let himself in. I, of course, had no idea who he was at the time. When he came in though, I knew that I knew him..I knew who he was. "Karmel, what's going on? Why are you looking at me so strangely?" I looked at him, even more strangely, trying to decipher what it was I was seeing, who was he? "Excuse me...do I...do I know you?" He stared at me with a startled expression, "Karmel, if that's a joke, this isn't funny." "What..I don't understand." "Karmel, did something happen to you? No, did they find you?" "What? Did *who* find me?" "Any of them...no, Karmel, I'll be back tonight." He left then, but before he was out of my house, my parents had come in. They gave him the most disgusting look I have ever seen someone give another human being. At that moment, I knew something was going on. Later on, my parents had decided to take me to dinner, which I denied, knowing I had to wait here for Joss. They insisted he wouldn't be coming, and apparently they had been right, he never showed. The next day, on my way to school...I saw the most terrible thing. Joss' car had over-turned, very near to the school. I ran over to it as I saw it, inside, there was a bundle of papers, which I instinctively took. Joss' body had been removed already, but I had to see him. I ran to the ambulance, but I was shunned off. They didn't allow me to see him. Well, the papers consisted of all the info I had discovered before my loss of memory, and things which Joss had discovered. He had discovered that the girl virus-carrier lived nearly 70 miles away, in a neighboring town. This info helped me, but why would we all be so close? Did they *want* us to find each other? I've been starting to think that so. Hmm..I know my parents had a hand in the killing of Joss, I know this because of that hateful disgusting stare they gave him. There isn't much more that's happened in the month I've been gone. But I still know, and I know that they know I still know. We will see how this turns out, until next time...
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| It has been quite awhile since I've been able to write in this journal, unfortunately, there haven't been many developments, well, none that I can explain yet. Joss, he has been talking to me for awhile now. He knows everything that I know now. Which you, also now. My parents, still seem to be fearful of me, every now and then I will hear them talking in a feverish pace, about what, I can only assume is about me. I'm slowly becoming angry at them, what would happen if I confronted them? Would they tell me anything, or would I just be putting even more problems into my hands? I don't think I can risk it, even if it resulted in more information for me. I need to explain something to you, who read this. I am scared for my being, for Karmel, and me. Since we are both one in the same. I'm filled with so many quesitons right now. What happens if one day they decide I'm learning too much, and they shut down my computer? Turn off the neural-transmitters, will Karmel come back? Will he know what I knew, will he be someone new? What if he doesn't? What if that's it, we die. That would be it, if I delve too far into this thing, will I die? Will it all be in vain? If they can monitor everything, what will they do? They can stop me from doing anything..this isn't fair..! I don't know what to do..even if I had Joss take it over, they can see everything he sees also. Do they know I'm in contact with him? Jesus Chris, I had never thought about this. This could lead me to trouble..I need to explain this to someone who isn't involved...but then would that lead them into danger? I will have to figure this out, but I don't know how..maybe they can't see through my eyes, just hear what I'm thinking..either way, they know of this journal. Maybe I should delete it, but no, the world needs to know. Consider yourself priviledged. I have to go, there's too much thinking to be had. Until next time.. | | |
| It's the middle of the night, my parents are sleeping, I don't want to sleep, for fear of dreaming. I dream so vividly now, and so often. The dreams come to me often as me seeing through my own eyes, but lately, it's been me seeing through someone else's eyes. It seems so vivid, as if it weren't a dream at all, but a false reality. Sometimes, I feel I know the person who's eyes I am seeing through. I don't know how to explain it. Is this how the scientists are seeing through my eyes? Through a sort of...dream-state? If so...am I controlling someone else in my dreams? These questions will probably plague me for awhile..but now, my eye-lids grow heavy with the sweet breath of sleep upon my neck. Tomorrow, tommorow we will see.
(For those that care, my real journal is now www.xanga.com/punkyskunkmonkey
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| I think I may have discovered another one of the carriers of this virus. How I could not have seen it, I don't know. He goes to my school..how stupid I had been. Always there had been a slight connection I've felt from him. I had my suspicions, of course, but now I know for a fact. It was earlier this morning when I was at school, during lunch. I had been walking to my locker to get my books, to return them, for summer was soon, tomorrow is the last day. When he came up to me and said "Karmel..we need to talk." At first, I had no idea what it was he wanted to talk about, but after going to my locker, (I told him I would be right there) I was sure what it was about. Well, I thought I knew for sure. What he had to say would only confirm it. We sat down at a nearby bench, and he told me what came to me as not only a shock, but a relief. "Karmel..for a long time, I've had this strange feeling whenever I am around you. I don't mean it at all in a sexual manner. I'm just..I don't even know." I, of course, knew now what I had only suspected before. He was a carrier. "Joss, I know exactly what you're talking about." I proceded to tell him everything I had found out the past few days. He didn't believe me, I know he didn't..not at first. Questions like: "How do you know this?" and "How can that possibly be real? There's no way". So I told him to come over within the next few days, and I would show him. Well, that's all the news as of late, with new developments, I'll update again. | | |
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