-1Whenever you think

"It won't happen to me,"

Guess what?

It does.

November 4th, 2010

Another birthday gone by. Another year I age. It's getting kind of boring now. Two years ago I met the man that changed my life forever. I haven't heard from him since. I wonder sometimes when I look up at the sky at night, if he's coming back, what he's doing up there. I wonder if he even remembers me at all. I can't help but think of him every time I look up there.

It all seems like a vague dream now, wafting like fog through the reaches of my subconscious. After Sara returned, I tried to confide in her about the incident, about the adventure, about…him. She was my best friend. I thought I could trust her with anything. And she wouldn't believe me. Nothing hurt more than that. She even suggested I go to therapy! Oh no, she doesn't remember a thing. The Etherians made sure of that. She just made me so mad…

We had a big fight, and I haven't spoken to her since. You know, maybe I do need help. Maybe I'm going crazy. What they don't know is…I've been so messed up since…it happened. Sure, I put on a good show. But…I've never told anyone this…something is wrong with me. I can feel it. Maybe the reason I got so upset at Sara was that somewhere deep inside, I knew that she was right. Maybe I do need help after all.

I've been…hearing things. Late at night. I'll be laying there, struggling with sleep, and hear things I really shouldn't. I kept the orb in my window as I promised, but now I'm afraid it's haunting me. I lay awake at night and hear their whispers calling to me out of nowhere. But should I get up to investigate, I find nothing. This is illogical, though, right? I try to validate myself with reason, the only thing I've ever relied on. It's crazy, I say. It's impossible, I say. But then again, nothing is impossible these days.

I've been attending the state university, a happy compromise between my mother's wishes and mine. I've learned so much in such a short span of time and met some amazing people. I've even been doing some further studies in astronomy. I suppose it gives me an excuse to study the stars and talk about space. But I'm starting to sound like my father…oh God, my father! I wish--no, I know better than that--I hope I find out what happened to him one day. If he ever found them. To think that he may know them!

But I must stop. The hour grows late. I must stop this foolishness. It's over. It's two years dead and gone…but I can't let it---let them--let him--go.

I miss you, Braxton. Please come back soon. I…I'm scared.