Well, I'm back

Hello World

I took off some time on my blog because, well, I have been trying to get my life back together.

After the last time I posted, I have been going everywhere with someone else just in case. I haven't seen the tall dude or the hooded baseball player, but I am still very wary of the whole situation. So much so that I have actually moved in with Dan, and I am helping pay the rent and stuff. I really liked being independent, but I am not so sure that is the safest thing to do at this time.

I really appreciate Dan's help. Even though lately things have been rocky, he has believed me. He isn't sure if the tall guy really exists (he thinks it's stress, but I call bullshit). But he knows about the hooded baseball player, and is trying to get me to take some self defense classes at school, which I am probably going to do if I can get some money.

Mona is still missing, and at this point most people have given up hope. I am going to work on the code this week and let you guys know if I find anything out.

Peace

Followed: March 5th

I am being followed. By two different people. Just my luck.

I was walking to Mona's apartment after just doing another search party, just to see if I could find any hints. After looking around the outside, I thought I might try and break in, and was trying all the windows. But then I felt like I was being watched, and I turned around.

Across the street there was a man in a long black suit, extremely tall and menacing. I didn't get a good look at his face, but it seemed blank. I ran, thinking he was going to call the police, but he only stood and stared at me.

I was about a block away from my apartment when I realized I was being chased. I looked behind me, expecting to see the man in the suit, but instead seeing a hooded man with a baseball bat chasing me. Terrified by the thought that he might have been the person who took Mona, I ran past my apartment into a nearby mall. I managed to lose him in the stores, and I bought and changed into different clothes and left.

On my way back to my apartment, I realized my chaser's jacket looked similar to the one worn by the guy standing outside Dan's apartment during my stay with him. This realization made me lose my shit, and I sat outside on the curb sobbing.

I called Dan, begging him to pick me up, and he came immediately and took me back to his place. I told him all I knew, about the scars on my wrists and the messages, how I honestly didn't remember what happened to Mona, and what had just happened at her apartment. He held me and calmed me down, but he FINALLY believed me (I love him, but damn he can be such a dick sometimes). He told me to call the police, but at this point what good would it do? They didn't really leave any proof, and if anything I would be the one arrested for trying to break into Mona's place.

I stayed at his place that night, and I stayed on the couch by the window.

Big mistake.

At around 1 am, during one of my really bad coughing fits, I looked outside the window. The man in the suit was right outside the window. Staring. Which is impossible, considering how high Dan's apartment is. And again, his face was...almost not there. I couldn't see it, but I don't really think I was paying that much attention during my screams of terror. Dan came running in, but then the man...it was fucking GONE.

After this, I don't remember much, the rest is Dan's story.

I was still screaming, and Dan looked out the window. He told me later that he saw the man in the hood with the baseball hat, looking up through the trees at the apartment. Dan ran downstairs, but the time he got down to street level the man was already across the park. Dan is the star water polo player and is built like a quarterback, so I am not really surprised the dude booked it.

When Dan came back upstairs, he said that I was laughing maniacally, cutting new markings into my wrists. When I saw him, I laughed harder, and screamed: "YOU CANNOT SAVE HER! SHE IS MINE, HAS BEEN SINCE SHE WAS BORN. MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE-"

He shook me, even slapped me (he apologized, he feels like shit) and I came back. Well, I sorta looked at him, and said "Help", and passed out in his arms. He freaked out, and poured a bucket of ice cold water over me. I woke up, and acted all pissed. That part, I remember, and so does my nose.

So after that, I got into warm clothes. Dan made me stay in his room the rest of the night and stood by the door and window with a night, staking out. The next day, he and a few of his water polo friends went to my apartment, but it was fine, and I was able to go to classes the next Monday.

Let me tell you, that was the second worst day of my life, and I have had bad days. I don't know what I would do without Dan. It's moments like this I really miss Mona, and her clear-headedness. I wonder if the codes have anything to do with these people following me and Mona's disappearance.

PLEASE if you know anything about the codes, or anything that is going on, don't hesitate to email me at signalwithoutthen@gmail.com

Peace and please stay safe readers