Quiet Days

by AlphaDidAlotOfThings

Day 67.5-68, A Rollercoaster Of Emotions.

Dear Journal,

We're both home now, it didn't take that long for me to drive there.

I didn't need to tell Alyssa and the others on what happened during our meeting with the HPI, because well they heard everything over the phone. I had them on mute for (basically) the entire time. My phone went off halfway through though.

Alex filled me in on what I missed after they dragged me out, and it went just as "well" as I expected it. God. Fucking. Dammit.

At least we know what they want with us though, kinda…

Turns out they know about as much as we do. Ok, not really. Even if they don't know everything they know a lot more than we do.

Like the thaumic radiation. I have literally no idea what that means, but I have a little theory about it.

Joseph and John, they're unicorns. They say magic is in "everything" right? What if the "radiation" or what the HPI thinks is radiation isn't radiation at all, it's magic.

Dr. Parker told Alex we're "basically made of it." Magic is in everything and we're made of it!

The magic is toxic to humans! Boom.

That's still just a theory though, there's no way I can really confirm if that's true or not.

That damned meeting was still mostly pointless. We got what was basically the equivalent of pennies in terms of "answers."

I'm sorry mom… I couldn't find out why that damn bastard abandoned us…

I've been looking through some of my older entries, and I've said a lot of stupid things. A lot of things I would love to take back. I seem so innocent… Oh, where did the time go~

I'm joking. Mostly. "two best friends at the end of the world…" I would never have thought that this entire thing would've led up to this.

That name still sucks. What should the name of this "story" be then…? I dunno.

God, I feel terrible. I feel like I wanna throw up my damned insides, except I won't do that. Hopefully.

The old me might've been an idiot but he was strong and confident. Maybe a bit too confident. He probably would've cursed the HPI and that Dr. Parker in their faces.

God, what am I saying…? The old me cared about nothing other than himself, I'm glad I changed. Whether it was for the better or the worse.

The way John calls me "kid" reminds me of my uncle. He used to do the same thing.

Uncle… I wonder if he's alive… If he is, he's probably with my "dad." I don't know much about their relationship but judging from how he spoke of him they seemed pretty close.

I still don't want to acknowledge that bastard is my dad. Why did he have to be alive, why couldn't he die…?

He called us "lesser beings" and "animals." Dammit. We're human, every single one of us. We don't even care for these pony bodies, except for Minuette of course.

I've been thinking seriously this time. Why did this happen…? Maybe it's judgment from the gods for the sins we mortals committed…

I doubt it though.

At least we know one thing for sure, we're definitely in the right here. Kinda. The HPI might not even be truly "evil."

For all we know Dr. Parker is the one who's issuing all those hostile orders. That actually might be true.

That Dr Carter had a similar goal but he was a lot less aggressive compared to him. That's going by what Alex told me at least.

He was one observing him during the meeting too, and he definitely didn't seem too happy with the way Dr. Parker was acting…

If they're both heads or representatives of the organization, Dr. Parker is probably his superior since he seems to be the one calling (most) of the shots.

I wonder if there's anything we can do to help him…

If Dr. Parker thinks we're animals than so be it, we'll show him what these "animals" can do. I'm pretty sure we did judging by what Alex told me, he praised him and his group for his accomplishments.

Well, that's not fair. We've done a fair amount of work too. We've set up a fully functional home prepared for the long term, we might have done more than Alex's group. Nah, don't count on it.

I don't know what else to write about… Everyone's been on edge since that meeting.

We're all gonna try our best to get through this, just like I said before.

Alyssa hasn't questioned why my hair "magically" got shorter, I don't really see the need to tell her how I almost got shot.

- Emile

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July 28th, 2015

Dear Journal,

I made a vow for a reason, and because of that I'm not gonna give up hope. Not yet at least…

I've been trying to do other things to distract myself from everything going on.

Look, I drew something using those art supplies Alyssa got during my birthday.

It's okay. I'm not an artist, alright? I'm not Alex or uh Lonely Day.

I wish I was. Even back there, he seemed so strong. Even with his current "age" I guess that's just how all adults are.

I uh took a walk, by myself. I also tried flying again, I think I'm okay at it now.

I've been trying to continue working on all my "hobbies" really.

Okay, I can't keep lying to myself. No matter what I do I just can't seem to feel better, like there's something tugging at my heart.

Maybe I'm sick. An illness could do that sorta thing right? Make you feel like absolute garbage no matter what.

Everyone's been down lately. Even Minuette, and she's always happy.

Alyssa asked about my bruises since they still haven't fully healed yet. I just told her I got hurt while trying to fly. I lied.

I feel bad for it, but I don't want her worry about me.

I don't want anyone to worry about me....

I wish I had the same confidence old me had now. I need it. I'm just a damn kid…

Maybe I'll go visit Alex's group again and have Oliver look at me. He's a doctor, right? He should be able to do something about my sickness.

- Emile