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6th April 2018
Dear Diary,
Work's been getting worse lately. I find myself forgetting things here and there and having to look them up again. Coffee machine’s still busted too. I should probably go to a counselor, but I think I can get through the stress on my own.
I got back too late to see Tim, hiding himself to his room and ruining his eyes. I wanna kick down his door and give him a big hug. It’s not healthy for him, barely seeing me anymore. I want to spend more time with him in the coming holiday. Make a project like the ones we made in elementary, all those dusty potato clocks and volcanoes on his shelf.I’ve just finished re-decorating the house & I finally threw out all of the old pictures of David. I put up some of the old things I had left in the basement around the house. Grandad’s clock and watch Danny and I used to watch him fix, a picture of Mum and I, Grandma’s ring. I’ve boxed up all the other stuff, I’m gonna give it to Mum tomorrow. This is my home now.
I noticed that there’s a magpie living in our front yard now. It’s been in that old tree for a couple of days now. I told Tim to make sure he locks all the windows. “He’ll get in and take shiny things,” I told him.
7th April 2018
Dear Diary,
Met Mom and Danny Today. Had coffee in a nice little cafe near my work. Probably been to half the places in town by now.
Mom asked if I was doing fine, I said I was. She asked me how Tim was doing, I said he was fine too. She asked me if I’d talked to David recently, I told her “not in a while.” She asked if she could come over to the house, I told her I was still renovating. I gave her the box and she mentioned Dad, I changed the subject and stopped that crash.
Danny and I joked about childhood tumbles down old grassy hills. We compared the clockfaces again. Mines faded more. I think it's because of work. Mum scoffed and looked away; she'd never liked us getting them.
I shared some stories about work, Danny won’t talk about his though. I have no clue what he’s been doing with that dusty Sciences degree of his. I just hope he’s being “spooky government project” secretive and not “I hate my cashier job” secretive.When I got back that magpie was up by the windows, looking around. Knew he was trying to find a way in. No way, loser.
9th April 2018
Dear Diary,
Getting lost at work. New tasks come in, new papers to fill out. I just can’t look at one thing without my eyes trying to pull somewhere else. It’s no better at home. I swear the photos I put up are disappearing. Pictures from when I was younger, when Tim was just a baby, have gone missing. I checked the basement but they weren’t there either. I think Tim might have taken them. I think he’s acting out.
Mom called me today. She wants to plan our next meetup as soon as possible. She’s so sweet. We’ve set to meet up on the 25th.
10th April 2018
Dear Diary,
Spoke to Tim today. I heard some commotion from his room when I got back from work and found him turning it inside out. He told me he had lost a potato clock from the shelf. “Must’ve rolled off and under something,” he said. I offered to help but he declined. His arms were covered in bruises he wouldn’t speak about. I asked him about the pictures that've disappeared. He said he didn’t know anything about that. I just don’t understand why’d he do it. It’s so unlike him.
I saw that magpie, sitting on Tim's window sill. I feel like it’s mocking me.
I called Danny and I told him about what's been going on, how I'm getting more and more stressed at work. He told me he would meet me for coffee in a week or so, that work was tough and long at the moment. I don’t think I can last a week.
14th April 2018
Oh god what a day.
The printer was jittery, Thomas and the rest of those fuckheads couldn’t stop whiny to me, and HR has latched itself onto to me like a leech.On top of this Timothy comes home with a BLACK EYE. Went to talk on him he’d taken down all those science projects from his shelf. I think he’s thrown them all out. I yelled at him a bit and he gave me a letter of suspension. 5 days. He’s been fighting at school and they want me to come in once the suspension is over. We haven’t spoken since he gave me that letter.
More pictures have gone missing too, one of Tim as a baby and another of Grandma. I’m going to call the police if things keep going missing.
I sat on my own and called Danny. Told him how horrible work was and that I was having trouble with Tim. How I’ve been losing things and I think Time is taking them. We’re meeting up on the 19th at a cafe nearby. He’s gonna come pick me up.
15 April 2018
Dear Diary,
I decided to take some time off work, just some time for Tim and me. When we had lunch and dinner he was quiet. I told him I was here to help. I hope I can through to him. I thought about calling mom but I realized how ridiculous that would be.
16 April 2018
Tim stayed in his room the whole day. I knocked on the door and told to come out. He needs to come out or else I can’t help him. I can’t help if he doesn’t. I’ll help him stop doing this, stop his thieving ways.
I called Danny but it seemed he didn’t want to talk for long. I kept on telling him about Tim and how I was finally taking some time off work. I could hear him fake his smile through the phone. He always was a jealous one. If you ask me, he’s out of a job. I’ll tell him what I think of him on Thursday
18 April
I woke up to that damned magpie cawing outside my window. It’s been barking each day and each mind night and I’m in my right mind to leave out some poison for it.
Grandma’s ring has gone missing too. I haven’t taken it off so it either slipped or that little shit took it. More likely the latter in my opinion. I think he’s sneaking around MY HOUSE for food and water, MY food and water that I pay for, in the night. I’ll teach him to sneak around my house. I’m giving him a final chance, next time he slips up I’m calling the police.
19 April
Dear Diary,
Today was a day of great betrayal. Danny drove up, I saw him outside on the road in his car, I saw him looking up at me. He just shook his head and drove away. That jealous bastard, he probably lives out of that bloody rustbucket. I blocked his phone and deleted his number. I’m going back to work on Monday; I think they’re gonna cut me off. Everyone's against me now. Even that bird, still barking at me through my window. I put out some poisoned food for it but it hasn't gone for it yet. I hope it does soon.
22 April
Tim stole grandad’s clock last night. I have no clue why that ungrateful bastard would do it but he’s done it. I unlocked his bedroom door and went in to give him a piece of my mind.
I went into the police and told them about the stealing and I told them that Tim had run off, probably still with grandad's clock. I filed a missing person report on him. I told all about what he’s done and about that damned magpie.
I’ve been feeling strange all evening, the walls and the doors are shimmering and shaking all around me. I’ve taken some painkillers but it won’t stop. I didn’t see that horrid bird outside, but it definitely didn’t eat that poison. I’ve heard it around the house, barking and flapping its wings, going into each room.
I think it’s under my bed.
It comes into MY house and it struts around. It comes into MY HOME, MY PLACE OF SAFETY, as if it owns it. I’ll kill that monster, I swear to god.
I'm going to bed soon, maybe the shimmering will stop. I have the aching dread I'll dream of that beast. I hope I can get some sleep, I've got a lot to do tomorrow.
23 April
When I woke up this morning there was a magpie sitting on the headboard of my bed. I can’t focus much at all. I can only think of a few things. Those two men, Tim and David. I can think of Dad. I can think of working and going to work.
The house is shimmering all around me and I can hear someone breaking down the front door. I closed the window and the door so that magpie can’t get out. It’s scared, it’s very scared.
This diary, my diary, was sitting on my desk. I read it three times and then three times more. I don’t really know who I am. If anyone could read this and let me know who I am, I’d appreciate it.
