I miss you. (collecting dust)
Nightmarie side story.
Alex looked at the ceiling. this isn't his room. It's his sister's. She left for college 422 days ago. He missed her. He felt like she should've been back by now. She should've. 1 year, 2 months, 2 days.
He felt like he was kicked in the gut, seeing the red and blue lights reflecting off of two books on her bookcase. Top shelf, one large blue book and one red. He grabs them, opens them up. The red, a diary. Too scared to read it. The blue had an odd language. He remembers her talking about it, how she learned it off the Internet.
"⏁⊑⟒⍀⟒'⌇ ⏃ ☊⍀⟒⏃⏁⎍⍀⟒ ⟟⋏ ⏁⊑⟒ ⍙⍜⍜⎅⌇. ⌇⊑⟒ ⌇⏃⊬⌇ ,⟊⍜⟟⋏ ⋔⟒, ⟊⍜⟟⋏ ⋔⟒. ⟟'⌰⌰ ⌇⟒⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎎⍀⟒⟒°, ⟟ ⍙⏃⋏⏁ ⏁⍜ ⏚⟒ ⎎⍀⟒⟒. ⋏⍜⏁ ⌰⟟☍⟒ ⏁⊑⟟⌇."
He stared at the page. The diary had something more concerning.
"I woke up in a shed today. I was covered in blood. I managed to get home but I think I hurt someone. I don't want to hurt anyone again."
The sirens outside the house had gotten loud. Then they stopped. The police were there. He jumped up. The police were there. Thousands of questions rushed his mind, was it his sister? Was she hurt? Did she hurt someone? He walked to the living room, getting there just in time to hear it.
Marie was missing.
