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I don't know what day it is, but I'm lucky to be alive. I found this random empty diary laying on the floor, while going to Maintenance. It feels like years, or even centuries. I can't know for sure. All I know, I could already be dead. We are locked in this mess. To elaborate, we are stuck in this facility, where ?The Council? controls us, from day to night. Well, if there was a day and night. This facility is huge, it feels so big, but it must be just a fraction of the real world. There is no actual sunlight here, so it's dark every time. Accompanied by only lights, and no windows, we will never know what time it is, or the date. Every day feels like the last one. It's a real struggle, but we have no choice. Supposedly, we are the ?Chosen Ones?, and have a bigger role in this, than we think. But I don't think so. There is a bigger role in this, sure, but it doesn't play where we take a part in it. ?The Council? is planning something, but I don't exactly know what. I hope I will find that out soon, and be able to write it in this diary. Before that, I should document my ?daily? life, and how it feels like.
Writing this is a good feeling. We don't have any attractions or free time, to do any fun activities. A diary is like gold for me in this situation. So, let me start with the very first day.
Everybody else (including me), were taken here, from a special moment at a special time. My roommates (if you can call it a room), including me, have a faint memory of the time, before we ended up here. But it stops there. If we do remember, even the slightest bit, our brains get erased, and we don't know what else happens to the culprit. It's scary business here.
We were taken to this facility that day, and from that day forth, we are working all the time. From handiwork to paperwork, each one of us does something. We have separate times for work, food, and sleep. Well, we get a lot of work, but not much food or sleep. I can be happy if I even have one ?White Stone?. It's not even real food, it's called White Stone, and it tastes and feels like chalk, but it makes you feel good, a few minutes after digesting it. It may be a drug, but we can't be the one to judge, because we don't have anything else to eat. It keeps us full (to an extent). There is no water, and so this ?stone? also has liquids inside, which I couldn't describe the taste or feel of. It's weird. Very weird. But my body feels satisfied somehow? It's hard to explain.
Still, that's food. We also don't have much sleep. I couldn't tell the time, because that's impossible here, but if I had to say, me sleeping feels like 2 hours from 24 in total. It's not very much. Dangerously less even. The Council says that the human body is in perfect shape with that amount of sleep, and that we shouldn't worry. But they can't fool me. Even with the White Stone, I can feel it. I can feel that I'm slowly, but surely, losing control of my mind, my body, and just everything. I feel like giving up, and it's like I can't do this anymore. However, something pushes you to keep on going. Maybe because there is nothing else to do. Some say it's better to work and be good for something than just die in this abyss.
And that was our sleep schedule, then comes the worst, and hardest of them all: work.
I don't exactly remember what actual work is, or how you would define it, but even so, I think that you can call this overwork. We either carry the White Stones out of their bizarre caves, where they come from, or fill out questionable quizzes, and they sometimes interrogate us. That's not all, there is a whole ton more, but those are the usual ones. Do that, eat some stones, ?sleep? for 2 hours, and repeat. That's our daily routine, and it never feels different to wake up, and start the ?day?. I wish it would. I would love to experience a life in the real world again.
That's probably impossible. These people are crazy, that's for sure. They wouldn't even let us take fresh air. The hell do I know, maybe there is no air or any outside here. I'm starting to lose my sanity, and every second feels like I'm going slowly down a spiral of hell. I bet I'm already near rock bottom. Nonetheless, I'm starting to realize that what we're doing is way worse, than I thought it was, after writing it down, and thinking about it. I don't like to repeat myself, but every freaking day feels the same. I can't tell how old I am, what date it is, where I am, or anything related to that. We don't have windows, mirrors, or even actual bathrooms There is no sunlight, no nothing. We stay in this hellhole the whole time, and it's worse when you get to sleep. My roommates (or cellmates) and I are in this tiny, dark room, where we are locked down in, until the time comes to leave. It feels like prison, but you wish it actually was.
Oh, no. I think that's enough story time for this diary. At least for now. I see the guard walking in the corridor. I'd have to think of a place to hide this diary in, and of an excuse, because I shouldn't be here. Not only that, but I think he saw me. He is slowly walking towards me. I hope this ends well. I will leave the diary where I found it, and hope that I can resume this documentation next time. Except I think that's not possible, the guard is now running towards me.
Goodbye Diary.
I slowly sit up and yawn, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I look at my alarm. Reaching over to turn it off, I swing my feet over the edge of my bed, knocking a pillow onto the floor. The pillow, it's pink? Didn't I move that pillow off my bed after I kicked it off yesterday? I shrug and gently pick up the pillow, tossing it in my desk chair as I then let out another loud yawn, stretching. Walking to my closet I glance into the bathroom, thinking of taking a shower. I grumble and grab a jacket from my closet, lazily putting it on myself.
Heading downstairs I hear a car alarm from my neighbor's house. ?That damned thing goes off every morning, I swear.? I grumbled as I grabbed my coffee pot, pouring myself a glass. As I walked to my door, taking a sip of my coffee, I heard the kid across the street laughing with her friends. I cock an eyebrow as I know she only walks with them every other day, having walked with them yesterday.
I hummed as I soon was sitting in my car at a stoplight, observing the accident in front of us. ?I swear this had happened Yesterday!? I yelled, my cell phone soon ringing. ?John I swear to god, I'm on some really really bad trip!? I yell into the phone as I answer it.
?Kyle, I know you think that, but you need to stop daydreaming silly.? John says with a sigh. ?Anyways, I wanted to call and tell you that there was a meeting today, we're discussing the new game drop we're about to have, so you can't be late.? He added with sounds of discussion in the background.
?Well, I'll need a minute to find a way around, there's an accident once again.? I spoke with a sigh, putting in things on my car gps. ?I swear there was one yesterday- and the day before-? I added, softly thinking about how many days I've seen these same accidents, heard all the same things in the mornings, did the exact same things.
?Damn it!? I yell and then rest my head on the steering wheel. ?If things are happening like I remember, then I can guess what's about to happen.? I speak as I start to go an alternative route to my work. ?This next turn is going to be cut off by ANtother CAR!? I yell as I hit my breaks, the same silver car speeding across the four way crossing. I take some deep breaths and try to relax, starting to drive again. ?Okay Kyle, you're not dreaming-? I whispered to myself as I grip my steering wheel more, shaking my head in confusion.
When I got to my place of work I took a deep breath, grabbing my coffee cup and getting out. As I'm rushing in, I yelp and then gasp out as my coffee spilt all over me. ?Hey you okay?? Asked Summer as she had accidentally bumped into me, carrying a huge box full of her desk items.
?Summer? What are you doing with all your things?? I ask, already knowing the answer. She had quit, she found a similar job that had paid a lot better and needed her more.
?Well I'm quitting. Adam's an ass, I don't get paid enough, my work isn't taken seriously here.? She grumbled. ?My brother helped me find a new job like this.? She smiled, taking my hand and helping me up. ?Just know if you need any other place to go for work, I'll put in a good word for you dear.? She whispered.
?I wish you the best Summer, I'll keep in contact, I just have a big meeting to go to.? I say with a smile, letting her go to her car. I quickly walked to my desk, grabbing my spare shirt and jacket, quickly changing as no one was around. ?If everything's like I know, I know what's going to happen in this meeting.? I spoke as I looked at the date on my computer, it being blurred. ?What the hell-?? I asked myself as I looked at John's computer, then Olivers, then Nyla's, everyone's computer. ?It's all blurred-? I whisper as I wiped sweat from my forehead.
?Hey what is today!?? I asked Kaitlynn as I walked past her. I see her mouth moving, but nothing comes out, I can't even tell what she said. ?What?? I ask her and look into her eyes. ?I-I don't have the time, I have to get to the meeting.? I say as I rush off to the meeting.
Sitting next to John, I couldn't focus on any of the meeting topics.
?KYLE!? I hear and snap out of my thoughts, looking up at Adam as my eyes are blown wide. ?What the hell? Why are you spacing out in the middle of the meeting?? Adam hisses at me and then sighs. ?We were discussing the cover designs and I was HOPING you had them done?? He asks, pinching the bridge of his nose.
?Oh yes, yes, I do!? I exclaim, rushing to pull out my tablet. Before unlocking it, I notice the date is still blurred, shaking my head as I type in the passcode. ?He-here it is.? I say as I show them the sketches I made of the covers.
?Dude are you okay?? John asked quietly as everyone was discussing among themselves. ?You don't look like you're feeling well, like a deer in headlights.?
?I'm not okay, I can't remember the day, I can't see what the date is, I can't hear it when I'm told, I've already seen everything that's happened or is going to happen today.? I say in a panik, seeing John's face full of disbelief. I sigh and look around. ?Adam's about to spill his coffee on Jennifer.? I whispered and looked at John. He sat there watching the two, and soon enough it happened.
?What the hell- maybe uh- you should go home and get some rest?? He suggested. ?After the meeting go and do that-? He adds as he straightens himself out.
After the meeting ends like a dumpster fire, I pack my bags and take a deep breath. ?Maybe a little rest early in the day will just- get rid of all this deja vu.? I whispered, slinging my bag over my shoulders.
Walking to my car and taking the longest drive home, happened to be quite pleasant. I had gotten home and threw all my things on the couch, the same place they were this morning. I hum and pick them all back up. ?If this is all the same, I'll change it all.? I spoke, setting my bags in a different place. I then move the pink pillow from this morning to my closet, placing a note on the bathroom door to take a shower.
After everything is prepared, I lay in my bed, even in different clothes as I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
I slowly sit up and yawn, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I look at my alarm. Reaching over to turn it off, I swing my feet over the edge of my bed, knocking a pillow onto the floor. ?Another pillow, the pink one? I moved this into my closet!?? I gasped out and jumped up, rushing to my bathroom door. ?No note!?? I exclaim, rushing downstairs.
?Ev-everythings like yesterday morning!?? I cry out and cover my ears as I hear the car alarm, then the child.
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