Fanon:Can't Let You Get Him: Chapter 5-The Observer

I didn't pack lunch. People call me "lunchless" because I don't really bring a big lunch, unlike everyone else. It's really annoying. Mr. Map-ripper takes advantage of that. He always stands by my locker and says stupid stuff like "Hey Lunchless! Want me to get you a mud pie?"

But maybe I could use that nickname to my advantage. What if I used it to cover something? What if I just used getting lunch as an excuse for stuff? It could definitely come in handy.

My thoughts turned out to be correct a few days later. I was following Nate from a distance again, like I always do. I just wanted to see what was going on with him. Suddenly, that Dee Dee girl turned around and saw me. She came walking-no, actually more like dancing-up to me.

"Hey," she said.

"What is it?" I asked, trying super hard not to sound annoyed.

"Why are you always near us? You pop up everywhere we go!" she exclaimed. "It's kinda creepy, to be honest."

"Well, I normally take the same route you guys take to get to the vending machine!" The lie slipped out super quickly.

"Hmm...ok..." Dee Dee said uncertainty.

I went and got some Cheez Doodles from the vending machine. Maybe keeping these in my locker would come in handy, I thought.

I continued to follow Nate until I got to my locker. Suddenly, as I put the Cheez Doodles in my locker, I felt super mad. I was really mad at Dee Dee. I just wanted her to disappear from my life for good! Why was I feeling so angry though? I don't normally get this mad.

Oh Dee Dee, I suddenly thought. ''You think you can try to make sure I don't get near Nate, eh? Two can play at that game.'' At the same time that I was thinking this, I was also freaking out. What was happening? Since when did I get so..so...crazy?

I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. After school and studying with Gina, I went to buy a journal.

I might as well, I thought. I should write everything down in here.

After buying the journal, I went home and did my homework. My dad wasn't home, but that was expected. After doing my homework, I sat down and wrote my very first journal entry.

''Okay, this thing is new. But I think I need to sort things out. I got super mad at Dee Dee earlier today. Actually, why do I need to hide my thoughts any longer? No one will read this. I absolutely despise Dee Dee. I just want her to disappear.''

I proceeded to write more about why I hated Dee Dee. Before I knew it, an hour had passed, and I wrote 5 pages about Dee Dee. Reading it over, I slammed my journal shut and pushed it away from me.

What was happening to me? I closed my eyes and tried to think.

Before I knew it, I was in a dark room. Wait. It wasn't a dark room. It just had black walls, a black floor, and a black ceiling. Then, the walls turned white, with drawings of trees on them. Suddenly, there was some flickering in front of me, and a TV and a Mirror appeared.

"Watch the mirror and screen carefully," a voice called to me. "You must become an observer-the observer-if you want to succeed in your goal."

"I-uh, okay, I guess!" I said, and watched the TV. It was a compilation of...Nate and Dee Dee talking. Why was this a thing? I looked at the mirror. I saw my reflection. It was normal. I looked back at the TV. Nate and Dee Dee were still talking. I then remembered something. It was my feelings when I saw Nate. I had felt fluttery and kind of happy. I then remembered how he spends most of his time with Dee Dee, and it just made me mad.

Suddenly, I saw something in the mirror that terrified me. I saw that my purple hair was turning black, and my clothes became...bloody. Then, my eyes turned red and black. Frantically, I ended up ripping a few strands of my hair out my head, and I saw that it was still purple.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!?!" I cried.

"Recollect yourself!" I heard.

"What?" I nervously asked.

"Recollect yourself. This is your biggest form. It's breaking out," the voice explained.

"But why?" I said quietly.

"You're stressed. You've had pressure put on you your whole life. You felt like you had to be perfect. You ended up doing a lot of things for others. You thought your parents divorcing was because of you. Moving here could be a clean slate for you, isn't that what you thought?" The voice continued.

"Yes, but-" I whispered.

"When you moved here, you thought you could escape from everything! YOU WANTED TO START FRESH! But you couldn't. That's because there's a sensitive side to you. But you then met Nate. He's just...the oppisite of you. Everything you were missing. It reminded you of how everything was good before your parents divorced. You need him. He's like a part of you. Right?" The voice told me.

I thought about it. It sounded...strangely accurate.

"With this info, you will know what to do, I hope?" The voice asked.

"I think so," I answered. "But I still don't know."

"I will persuade you. You need him. NEED. HIM. Don't you want to start fresh? Don't you? Don't you? D̶o̵n̸'̵t̸ ̵y̶o̵u̸?̶ Ḑ̵̙͚̲̒͌ơ̶͇̫̗͚̯̏͗̔̌ñ̵͓̿̈̃͜'̶̨̙̽̈̈́͐̉ţ̵͔̞̿̈ ̶͉͍̖̪̓̍͠y̵̰̽̓̇ő̵͖̜̝̂́̕ͅų̸̜̺̪͌͆̓?̸̖̗̥̓ D̴̛̹̫͈̬̻͉̹̤̤͈͎̈̅͐͊͊̂̈́́̌̑̾̐̑͜ó̸̢̧̢̫̞̬̗̰̙̟̼̝̥̭̻̿̽͋͋̒̆͘n̴̢̢̠͖͓̥̮̻͆̌̈́̅͒̌̆̈̋͂̿̋͆̋̓̀̎͘̕͝'̴͎̋̊̑̄́̄t̵͍͕͙͇̫̭̳̯̣̗̑̇̈́̏͊̆̉͘͝ ̷̡̺͍̭͈̫͇̆͋́͜ŷ̵̢̢̡̧͙͇͚͚̫͇͎͍̰̲̹̤͍͌̌̃̒͆̇̀̕̚̚͝ơ̸̢̢̙͉̭̘̘̮͈̤͈̭̭̘͖̠̭̠̇̈͋̃̉̈́̚ư̸̡̬̹̐͊̈́̓̿͆̈́͗̾̈̃?̸̨̡͈͓̀̅́̽̈́͛̒̓̀͋͒̈́̚̚̕͝͝͠ͅ D̴̡̨̛̛̛̖̯̮͇͎̮̝͇̜́̅̓̌̈́̊͐̃̽̊͐̄̍̌̀͑͌̉͛̂̿̑̀̋̈̽̍̏͊̀ǫ̵̧̡͖̞̪̩̣̭͖̫̭̯̩͍̳͇̺̥̙͙̯͈̩̹̮͉͕͈͂̿͆͌͑̔̎̋̊̓̃̈́̇͂͊̽̃͊͛̏̎́͜͝ņ̵̢̨̧̛͈̪͚̳̫̥̮̭͓̠͈͇̪͇͔̮̲͔͖͖̺̪̰̻̞̗͔͖̯̃̂̔͒̍̓̎͛̑̂̊̆͂̑͗͆̚͝ͅͅ'̸̳͖̼̝͎̙̺̜̩͓̥̪̭̘͈̱͒͗̂̒̉͆̀͗͛͌́̓͛͌̔̌͒͒̏̒͐́͊̍͒̾̅̏̑͌͐̂̃͊͘͜͠͠͝ṯ̷̢̧̹̼̖̭̟̘̰͎͎̼̙̳͇͙̺͎̦͕͓̙͓̪͍̩͓̥̅̓̒̒̇́̓͒͊͌͐̄̾̓̓̂̀̚̕͝ͅͅ ̷͕͔͉͔̦̳͇̩̘̻͍̩̩̘̥̹̫̤͉͎͉̘̪̫̹͚̬̰͈̝̹̮̼̟͎͕̯̟͗̈́̎̀͊̆̋̊́̃̍̃̏̈́̃̈͗̿́͒͌͆͋̽̿͜͜͝͠ͅͅͅÿ̴̨̢̡͍͚̳̪̯̼̠͙͚̜͈̺̱̥̖͔͚̤͓͖͈͔͈̰̱͔̖̙͈͎͎̮͙́̈́̃͐́̊͊̐̃͌̓́̃̀̇̄͋͊̅͒̅͌͂̉̉͊͋̐̍̒̆͋̓̏̒̀̽͘̚͠ͅͅơ̵̧̨̨̤͍͔͖͉̝͓̱̺̓̄̀̑̎̈́́̃̎̄̅̃u̴̢̡͍͖̥̪̯̟̳͇̥͋̔͊̿͆̂̍̊̄̈́̕?̷̛̤̯́͋̽̈́̈́̐̽̔̑̓̈̎̉̀̋̀͗̆̔̔̀̆̐͂̋̏͘͝

Suddenly, I realized I was at the table I was sitting at earlier. It was all just a dream? I thought. What's up with my weird dreams?

I quickly wrote about it all in my journal. Then I saw that it was 9:30 PM here.

Dad probably is working on stuff, I thought. I better just go to bed...

I brought my journal to school and wrote about everything. I just observed...and kept observing...I had to observe...and after a few weeks of planning, I had a risky plan to (hopefully) get rid of Dee Dee. I just had to hope it would work. I just wished...and kept observing.