📓 Echoes Before It Happens: Zaiyen’s Diary
🗓️ Part 15: Who Is Writing My Story Now?
✍️ By Zaiyen
Since I turned to the last page…
something changed.
The diary stopped showing future entries.
It was now completely blank.
But every time I touched my pen to the page —
**words appeared by themselves**.
Not typed.
Not printed.
But written…
in my own **handwriting**.
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It began with one word:
> “Hello.”
Then more:
> “You weren’t supposed to look.”
> “Now I write, and you obey.”
I dropped the pen.
But the writing continued.
> “Run to the window.”
> “Now.”
I hesitated.
But something in me moved.
And I ran.
Just in time to avoid…
a ceiling fan crashing down where I stood.
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The diary knew.
Or the thing writing inside it — did.
It began controlling my actions,
one sentence at a time.
> “Don’t go out today.”
> “Wear the blue shirt.”
> “Answer only the fourth call.”
I started losing control.
Not just of the diary…
but of **my own life**.
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I tested it.
I disobeyed a small line.
> “Don’t drink the tea.”
I drank it.
Moments later,
my stomach twisted.
I collapsed.
Woke up in a hospital.
They said it was mild food poisoning.
But I knew…
the diary was warning me.
Or was it punishing me?
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Then came the next message:
> “You’re not the only one I’m writing now.”
> “She’s reading too.”
Who is “she”?
Another reader?
Another life?
Another version of… **me**?
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If I’m not the one holding the pen anymore —
then what’s left of *me*?
🖋️ — Zaiyen
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