📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary
🗓️ Part 14: The Diary That Knew What I’d Write
✍️ By Zaiyen
It looked like mine.
Same leather cover.
Same ink stains on the side.
But inside… it was already **filled**.
Every page.
Every word.
Written — in **my handwriting** —
but I hadn’t written them yet.
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I flipped through the entries.
Some were about things that hadn’t happened.
> “Tomorrow at 4:43 PM, the bell will ring twice.
> Don’t open the door.”
> “Don’t answer the third phone call.
> Even if it says ‘Mom.’”
> “Avoid mirrors on June 21st.
> You’ll understand why.”
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And then —
the most terrifying one:
> “If you reach the last page…
> It means you didn’t listen.”
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I shut the book.
But that night, the bell rang.
Twice.
At 4:43 PM.
No one was at the door.
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I tested it again.
The third call came.
“Mom.”
I didn’t pick up.
When I called her back —
she said she never called me.
Not once.
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This wasn’t déjà vu.
This was something deeper.
Like the **future** was being recorded ahead of me.
Trapping me in choices I hadn’t made yet.
But then I thought —
what if I skip to the last page?
What if I read my **own ending**?
I opened the diary again…
And the last page said:
> “You broke the rule.”
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Everything went black.
No noise.
No light.
Just a final sentence glowing faintly:
> “Now, someone else writes your story.”
🖋️ — Zaiyen
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