Insanity
You question what happened that day... that mirror... it showed you something. It could be wrong. It might not be. You're afraid of the truth.
You question what happened that day... that mirror... it showed you something. It could be wrong. It might not be. You're afraid of the truth.
NEW JOURNAL LOG
Date: 12/15/2025
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I hold myself accountable. I don't think I should, but I can't help but remember. Why can't I stop seeing them when I sleep? Why do they still haunt me? I see faces, anguish, blood, fear... Sash... My own brother... My greatest failure. The mirrors showed me a reality. One where I kill him. It would be a mercy, but it brings in new concerns. What did I see out there? Was it real? Did I really kill an Ivy out in those woods, or was it some memetic causing us to go insane? I can't tell... It's eating at me. Did we tear each other apart, or was the thing real? I saw it... I think? Sam was torn in half, Curt was tossed like a ragdoll after having his spine snapped like a twig, and Sash... I remember his limbs... the crunch... No... It was real... was it?
Am I losing myself? I see things, but the mirror... that damned mirror... what did I see that day? Was it real? It had to have been. I saw it... the carnage... didn't I? No... I passed out... I woke up on a helicopter to a medical center, then to 73... What happened there? Why can't I remember it clearly? You'd think something like that would burn into your skull, imprint on your memory, but I CAN'T REMEMBER.
WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?
I... I need help... I need to remember... I have to...Â