Recovered from the lost-and-found locker drawer in East Wing Room B2
MIDORI'S PERSONAL RECORD – DO NOT READ – I MEAN IT
okay.
if you're reading this. it means I either got expelled, disappeared, or finally did the fucking thing where I forget who I am again.
This is not a diary. This is a safety manual. for me. for you. for her.
I don't know her name anymore. none of them, really.
just fragments:
– the girl with the fire-colored hair.
– the one who never blinks in mirrors.
– Satsuki (DON'T SAY IT OUT LOUD)
– the blonde one who used to hum while pulling out her own teeth.
– Veronika (you'll feel it if she's close. like memory static.)
THINGS I'VE LEARNED IN DETENTION:
– there are more than 3 ghosts
– or maybe just 1 that pretends to be different girls
– Room 404 leads nowhere unless it's already too late
– Class 3-K didn't used to be cursed. it used to be chosen
i keep remembering Satsuki screaming in reverse.
like the tape of her voice is rewinding but I'm still here listening.
THINGS I NEED TO REMEMBER WHEN I START TO FORGET AGAIN:
– I was friends with her before the fire.
– I gave her my mirror.
– She told me "You're the only one who stayed."
– I still don't know who "she" is.
– I miss her like she was my twin I never had.
– I think I love her.
– That's the part I'm most afraid I'll lose.
IF ANOTHER GIRL STARTS CALLING HERSELF ANYA, CHECK HER TEETH.
the real one chipped a molar on a bathroom sink in April.
if the new one doesn't flinch when you tap her left cheek, run.
if I disappear…
I hope she remembers I tried.
if not —
tell her the note was folded like this
and that I never stopped watching the mirrors
because I didn't want to see her leave again.
— M.