Gotta say, it sucks walking around like this. I'm kinda getting hungry, but I really don't wanna do anything too bad
Good thing I stole a charger from my room before. Wait, should I be typing this down? Will it get tracked down?
Great. So hear me complain.
Basically I got kicked out. By my own family. Well, just my mom. Finally couldn't stand the sight of me, I guess.
Look. I've had a weird feeling about her this whole time. Never...trusted her too well. Goes to show how I am RIGHT on some things.
She's wrong, of course. She'll probably text me right now.
Damn. I was wrong. God, I didn't know how much of a bitch she really was until now.
I wish I brought more money. I bought a pizza, whole, from the pizza shop a couple of blocks where I live. Laughing, right? Tracker? Thief? I don't care. It's coming in handy. Yesterday I ate two pieces. Or was it three? Doesn't matter.
I knew a place in the park outside where I could sleep for the night. Too late to really walk around. Yeah, I know it was open, but hell, I DONT want to stay in those damned allies.
Now, I am going to Kate's. She'll probably feel bad for me and let me in. If her mom's there, though…
You know, she isn't my mom, she'll be fine.
I took the bus to the block where Kate lives. Really dont know about this but I'd rather stay there than freeze to death. Felt like 20 last night.
Damnit, forgot that she may not be home. Damned summer camp. Tutoring. Whatever the f- she does during this time of year. So now I'll talk to her mom. She'll be amazed. She'll probably talk to my mom and get onto her. Yeah, I see it happening.
I'm sitting on the couch. Mrs. Samuels talked to my mom. She really knows people. It's kinda annoying, like Kate. She can tell what youre THINKING. It gets into your head sometimes. Anyway, she...Oh, she's doing THAT again. The thing where she assumes that it's my fault. "Running away?" wtf?
...Ok, well maybe mom didnt EXACTLY tell me to leave. The h-? I'm like, 15. Get a grip. But
I WANTED TO Go, and I felt like she wanted me to anyway.
Cant go back. Mrs. Samuels says she's going to give me money for the bus to take me back to mom's house. I just dont want to see mom so soon.
She'll just prove me right.
Ok, I kept the money. I had some extra, kinda didn't mention it. Think it'll help me find some motel room.
Dont even know if theres motels nearby
Mom's texting me now. She says:
Charmine Phillips, I swear to god, please come back to us.
Your father is worried about you.
Bitch! Pulling the dad card? Usually that would work, but I'm not convinced.
Tell me where you are and I'll get him to pick you up.
I guess it would have been more logical to take the car, but, uh, guess I was dumb on that part. Actually, wait, that's good because they would have tracked me.
Got the motel people to stay in a room for a while. They were asking questions, because yeah, I looked kinda wrecked–but I just gave them the money and just lied. It sorta worked, I guess.
Great, it's dad. That's bad news.
"It's dad. Heard you're on a road trip."
May not seem like it, but he's probably scared right now. I get that, I want to come back, but not to mom. I hate it when dad gets like this. I don't like making him upset.
Do I want to say anything? Hell no.
So I'm kinda on this bed. I just
Don't know anymore.
What do I do?
Dad, what do I do?
Video recorded 2:43:28 AM, Sunday, June 11th
Rustles are heard. Despite the video's low quality, light is seen on the upper left hand corner of the video.
"I don't know what in God's name that was, but I can't get back to freakin' bed, so I'm just going to see what this is. Maybe Dad's here. Should I–"
As the camera whips to the right, a spiral of light is captured within the camera for a brief moment. When the lens focuses, a distinct, dark shape is seen against the street lights.
The camera returns to its original position; however, the light present in the left-hand corner now occupies the center.
"If I need to go back, I can just tell dad and run back. Maybe this thing is in my imagination."
Silence, save for the hurried breathing that forces its way through the invisible speaker's mouth. The camera jostles as its owner jogs through the plain, the roar of a river becoming more audible.
"What the hell?"
The camera stills. Slowly, the darkness recedes as the camera is raised to see a brilliant light. If the viewer is to deliberately observe this radiance, then he or she could perceive what appears to be a hand. This would prove difficult, for as soon as the camera catches this image, it sharply moves toward the ground.
The camera focuses on the feet of its owner, muddy flats glowing a pale yellow from the light before them. They cautiously shuffle backwards.
The speaker's sentence is cut off when light pours onto the ground. Now, the viewer can see orange flats, distinct from the olive legs of their wearer. The grass is almost gray with the amount of light that blinds the camera. In an instant, the camera is brought upwards to face the phenomenon, only to show stark whiteness. A piercing sound overwhelms the camera, and the speaker cries out in alarm: "Let me out!"
The camera is thrown onto the ground, and there is only darkness. Fast footsteps are heard receding from the camera's position, soon followed by a faint grinding sound. What follows can only be described as a frying sound, and the air is punctured by a loud scream.
"Ow, God, this hurts, please wake up, please wake up."
As if to answer the speaker's pleas, another voice erupted throughout the vicinity.
"Citizen, Greetings. Daytr O Wrater. Graciousness to you who obliged to follow the hand. Appreciates to your knowledge that the methods easier to use are utilized first. Regardless, our most unpleasant to deem you not suitable for habiting the haven of humans. Sadness, we must condemn you to Lydia. Threats to the construct of virtues wholesome to the Upper are untolerated poorly."
"What? What is this? A joke?"
The voice continues on, seemingly ignoring the speaker's question.
"Oester Qast k Ceven i sakis n one moment to successfully move your spirit to the Lower…"
The piercing sound intensifies, and wind howls. The camera is hurled through the sky, capturing a girl, with wet, wide eyes, holding a singed right hand. Then, she is lost, with the only remnant being a shrill shriek that attempts to break through the cacophony. Soon, glass shatters as static overcomes the camera, meeting its end on the ground.