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Kai’s Journal Part 4

GrapeApe

on June 6, 2023

The final part of the Kai Journals, my friends! I hope you enjoyed reading them! A big thanks to everyone who took the time to do so! Again, this was supposed to be a quick thing I slapped together for the hiatus but I ended up putting a lot of work into it so I’m super grateful to anyone who put in the time to read it. I sincerely hope it was worth it!

Wednesday is the Volume 1: part 2 teaser and then Thursday we begin Chapter 4, picking up where the journal ends…on June 8th!!!! Thanks again, folks!

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May 30, 2004: Nope. Things definitely got worse. Like WAY worse. Turning myself in was dumb and I’m a fucking idiot for thinking that might help. I can’t get away now. My hands and feet are wrapped in these weird, thick wires. They don’t seem that strong but something else is keeping me from moving. I feel like I’m being pulled into the ground. So for now, I’m stuck with this crazy fuck. We’re really starting to get to know each other though. Seaweed hair definitely loves her knives. But what she loves more than knives is the color red. I know this because that’s what she said as she was carving into me with her now very red knife. Initially she was just playing around, you know, warming up, but then she shifted. She stopped smiling and got to the point of why we’re here, I guess. I thought she just wanted me dead, but no. She wants my name. You know, whatever the fuck I was called before I landed in Caulwyn. I don’t know why it’s so important to her, but I learned the hard way that wise-cracks and jokes are a no-go.

May 31, 2004: Fucking scratches. Okay. This is—bad. My dream got really heavy last night. Seaweed hair was torturing me pretty bad, still trying to get my real name. When I woke up, not only was I in the closet but there are just—scratch marks all over the walls. They look almost like writing, but—I can’t read any of it because it’s too messy. I don’t know how they got there. I don’t remember doing this. It had to be me though ‘cause the tips of my fingers are splintered and sore and there’s shavings and blue paint embedded in them. This is really fucking freaky. I don’t know what to do. How the hell am I gonna hide this?! It’s fine. I’ll figure it out. My shop teacher’s really nice. Maybe he knows how to cover something like this up. In the meantime, I’m gonna have to make sure I get to doing my laundry before Kuro or Yosh. They’ll have no reason to closet. It’s gonna be fine.

June 1, 2004: Someone’s here… I don’t know how to explain it, but there’s someone else here—in my dreams. It’s too dark to see, which is strange ‘cuz I can usually see in the dark. I can’t see them. But I can feel them. Every night they’re a little closer than before. Something I’ve never stopped thinking about, in my first dream—she said “we”…

June 2, 2004: Help I wish I could just die. I just wanna die. In my dream. I mean my dream. There doesn’t seem to be end to this. No matter how much she tortures me or blood I lose, I’m still alive, still cognizant of everything. I just want this to be over. Please help me.

June 3, 2004: I’m sorry. Can dreams kill you in real life? Pretty sure I’m dying. I can’t function anymore. Taking everything just to form a goddamn thought. If it does kill me and if Yosh or Kuro find this—I’m sorry I lied to you. I don’t know why I’m like this and I never wanted to hurt you. I love you both with everything in me.

June 7, 2004: Done. Nothing to say. Too tir——