Day 2

Since I last wrote down my experiences of my days I've been unable to sleep due to my constant thinking and thought changing. I am unable to concentrate for more than a minute on one thing. I don't know how much more of this paranoia I can take but this notebook can help just a bit. It's still dark out and I'm unable to trust any of my clocks since they all show different times. Although, I have been able to notice that I am quite hungry. This tells me that it's possibly noon time so I began writing again since I figured it was a new day. I can't remember anything from the time I spent awake though. It's like I had gone asleep but I still have a feeling of fatigue. I just wish right now someone would knock me out in any way so possibly my mind could rest.

My hunger finally got to me so I made my way to my kitchen just to find something that would calm at least one thing on my mind. A can of fruit cocktail is what I decided to open and eat. I enjoyed the fruit cocktail, I honestly can't quite remember a more enjoyable meal that small. I don't even think Thanksgiving dinner with my family was even as good as this. Although, my happiness was soon to be ruined.

My phone began ringing as I was about to finish my fruit cocktail. It surprised me really because I knew that no one I knew could call me not after everything I've been seeing. Of course the curiosity in me got up and went towards the phone. On the Caller ID it read Todd Palmer, my buddy that was leaving out of of country for business. I immediately picked up the phone and asked who was this. The reply on the other side was “It's Todd man, something up?”. I began shouting at the person because I very well knew Todd would be gone by now and the voice that replied was definitely not his. Todd's voice has such a unique characteristic and I've been friends with him since Middle School I was certain it wasn't him. Of course the person on the other line said that he came under some kind of sickness so he canceled his trip and is why he sounds different. I was skeptical but if this was Todd I certainly can't make him think I'm troubled in some way. He forgave me for questioning him and we began talking. He said he'll stop by tomorrow and we'd hang out together. Of course I didn't tell him about the strange events so I agreed to the plans. We talked for about 2 more minutes and decided to say goodbye and that we'll see each other tomorrow. I hung up the phone a bit relaxed and happy but didn't at all forget about the recent events. Not even a minute that I hung up the phone it rings again. Again the Caller ID reads Todd Palmer. I answered it with a friendly tone to my voice but I heard nothing, it was completely silent. I heard some rustling on the other end and began shouting for Todd. Then a loud scream came from the other end and began to amplify and actually shake my apartment. I was absolutely terrified I sat there shaking. I then shouted “What is it you want with me?” as if there was someone in front of me doing all of this. No one was in site and the screaming dissipated and quickly I tried hanging the phone back up but I was too shaken and scared. I got so frustrated trying to hang the phone back up that I tore the phone off the wall and smashed it onto the ground.

I hope I get to see Todd tomorrow I at first didn't want anyone to know what is going on but I had to tell someone perhaps Todd knows something or maybe experiencing the same things I am. If only I could sleep to quicken the day just so I could see my best friend. We've been good friends for a very long time and pretty much the only one I see anymore. He of course got a great job since his father is the owner of a huge nationwide business. I guess they sell some high tech machinery for hospitals. Mainly Todd's job is to go to other countries and sell their newest things. Todd and I weren't always friends we actually were pretty much enemies until Middle School. Now we're both 25 and still great friends. Feels good that I get to see him tomorrow he for sure can help me. My mind wandered off for a moment there, all I could think about writing about was Todd because I'm hoping he can send me some salvation from all of this.

Now back to today, after my little fight with my phone I got up and cleaned up what was left of my fruit cocktail. The shaking of my apartment that the screaming caused also caused small messes around the house. I began working on cleaning up the stuff because all I could think about was Todd and him helping me. Although I'm sure I could leave it a complete mess since Todd knows I'm quite messy yet I know where things are without having to scavenge through the whole building for something. The mess around the apartment seemed to spark some old memories of mine seeing pictures of friends from high school that were knocked out of my closet. I even saw some pictures of my family that made me really miss my family. At that moment I felt like I had to see them all again once Todd has visited.

The rest of the day was strangely quiet. Suppose the strangest thing is I didn't feel as tired as I was before even after cleaning up most of the apartment. I felt revived from doing the cleaning that I actually decided to do some drawing for my artist portfolio. I chose to finish up a drawing I've been working on for almost 3 weeks. After about six hours I finally completed a piece of work so I put in my signature as proof I made it and got up and headed to my bathroom. I cleaned myself up a bit by combing my hair, brushing my teeth and washing my face just to feel relaxed a little more because I knew that whenever I feel happy it all changes. I of course was right. With no idea what to expect and still happy I walked back out to my desk and to my amazement the piece of art I was working on was back to being incomplete. Everything I did today including my signature was all gone. Fed up with the piece of work I tore it up and threw it across the room and began working on a new drawing. With the thought that my work decided to undo itself I looked back in the notebook at day 1. Relief that everything I wrote was still there. To experiment something I drew a simple stick man on the page I wrote day 1 of my experiences. I will now end this day and await for the next day.