May 27th, Night, Library
Something is going on with R. I’m getting worried. He was supposed to be getting better, but when I visited him today I found him trying to claw his way across the floor. He was sweaty and feverish and I’m positive he was delirious at the time. The doctors aren’t telling me much, because they don’t have proof that I’m a relative.
Diary, I’m scared. I’m terrified, in fact. I feel like every flicker of a light or creak in the floor is someone coming to… to something – kill me, poison me, force me to tell them about R or about how far my parents spread their research on the Parazelli.
Forgive me, my thoughts are completely scattered tonight. I feel a knot in my stomach, and I’m pretty certain that if I try to get up now my whole body will cramp up due to my muscles being so tense.
I don’t know who to ask for help – I don’t know how to help R. But I have to help him. I have to find out what’s
Oh no. Oh no. This is too much. This is just TOO much. My phone just rang, and I answered it, thinking it was R calling me for reassurance that I’ll be there tomorrow morning. Instead, it was his doctor. He said he found my number on a note next to R’s phone and called me. R’s being poisoned. The doctor said that the police are coming in first thing in the morning to interview people at the hospital, because he was being poisoned with snake venom, which is not something that could accidentally have gotten into R’s food by a negligent nurse.
The doctor says R is going to be fine, they’re pumping antidotes into his system. But that’s not what I’m worried about anymore. The Parazelli must be very close, and they’re obviously sending us a message. It’s not like they thought R would die of poison while he’s IN A HOSPITAL. No, this is a warning.
Ok, I have a plan. Not a very elaborate plan, but a plan nonetheless. Something to get me through the night. The plan is this: talk to R tomorrow and figure this out. Yes. Good plan.
I think I better go to my room, Diary, and try to catch some sleep. And tomorrow I shall set my brilliant plan in motion.
3 thoughts on “Lucy’s Diary, May 27th”
hello there diary writer….
so hopeful of the plan,eh??
al de best
eheheh I love it – I got to the end wanting to know what happens next and then realised that it was in fact me who would be writing the next entry heeheh him so silly and tired. I Want to get out of hospital I think – maybe see some of the town, fall down an abandonned mine shaft or something. Maybe get chased in a big black car along sunset boulevard (Vermont)
Very good. Intriguing. It keeps me wanting MORE!