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I'm officially resetting Chelsea at this time. I wasn't sure whether or not I would, but I think the old history from Middle Area can pretty much be let alone at this point. I'm probably going to put in my copies all of the old community posts she participated in, for posterity, but I think I'd like to start her over. New face, new space, etc.

So right now she's bobbing around the Nexus while I decide what to do with her, and then I'll figure things out from there. In her own timeline, she's just transitioning out of the mental hospital and back into the world.

Locked to the cheer squad

Um, guys? I have some bad news.

OOC meme ((very definitely since Chelsea's catatonic))

( What I've been journaling about )

Hospital Girl

Chelsea Sandstrom lies in a bed at Middle Area Hospital. She's not strapped down, and at the moment, only a few wires and IVs are attached to her. They monitor her vital functions, which are steady if a bit weaker than would be ideal, and keep her hydrated. If she hasn't come out of her catatonia soon, a feeding tube will probably be added. But there are no restraints holding her down. It's almost as if the doctors are hoping she'll get out of bed on her own.

Inside her mind, the fires have gone out. She thinks she's waiting to die. No one could live through what she's experienced, she thinks, and she's right; Zoe McCallister sure didn't. Chelsea thinks that her body has been burnt away, too. When she wakes up, she'll be afraid to look in a mirror, expecting to see a blackened husk there.

She lies in the bed in the hospital, eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling without seeing it, tears still running down the sides of her face and into her hair. She hasn't spoken, has barely blinked, since she was brought in. But every so often, just a little, her lips move.

Were someone a lip-reader, and a patient one who spent a while watching her, they might decipher what she's struggling to tell the world. It might be a message from beyond the grave, or just from a girl who thinks that's where she should be now.

She's here. She's here.

Impossible. [[bungled privacy-lock and thus very very visible.]]

She can't be here. There's no way she can be here. She's been dead for weeks.

This isn't possible. This isn't possible. This isn't possible.

SHE'S DEAD. THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE.

[Private]

Sarah Lewis. Talk about a blast from the past.

I knew a girl named Sarah Lewis. A few months ago. Before the doctors started figuring out what was really wrong with me, we were in the same ward. Along with her girlfriend Eve, the one who died in the hospital fire. I never heard what happened to Sarah. She's probably been transferred somewhere. I'll bet she was crushed. She really loved Eve. Eve was one seriously scary person but Sarah really loved her.

Not that this could be that Sarah. Sarah was a much gentler person than this. This is the kind of stuff I wouldn't put past Eve, but Sarah was more traumatized than violent. They put me in one of the beds she'd been in, in Isolation, and it had all of these crazy images in it. A lot like the ones I see sometimes around my new school, wackily enough. Stuff that should not be real anywhere, but might be real here, and that's what really freaks me out. Then again, what I do isn't supposed to be real either.

It has to be a coincidence, though. That's got to be a pretty common name, right? Whoever this "tick tock" person is, it doesn't have anything to do with the hospital.

The only person I know who could do stuff like this is dead, anyway.

Unexpected Guests

( Chelsea has just logged on in the chat room, when things get very... very strange. )

PM log with Jonathan ((Only visible OOCly))

( It's a delicate kind of relationship, like skating on a pond in spring... )

That's just... creepy. [locked, or so Chelsea THINKS, muahahaha!]

My hospital burned down.

The whole thing. The wards, the records rooms, the therapy areas, everything. Whoosh.

My sister sent me the articles about the fire, and it's freaky as hell. Most people got out, but wow, looks like the girl who probably started the fire didn't. I used to call her "the Fire Girl" when I was there. She scared the hell out of me. I was always afraid she'd do something just like this one night while we were all asleep. Because she wanted to.

What's really weird, though, is I can't find anything in the articles about Sarah. Eve and Sarah were so close they were practically conjoined twins. So how come there's no mention of Sarah now? I'd think if she died with Eve they'd have listed her, and if she survived they'd have mentioned how broken up about it she was.

I don't guess it's really any of my business. It's just weird. I'm glad all of the doctors and nurses and orderlies are okay, and Lucy and Gwen and Alexa and the others. I think I'm glad that a lot of the things in the hospital burned up, though, weird as that sounds. I wonder if the memories are purged from the ashes or if they're still in there.

Anyway, I guess that's all over. I can focus on the here and now, right? I don't know what was going on in the chat room last night. Things were crazy in there, lots of people were angry... and I don't think Ellie likes me. I guess I could ask Jonathan about that at lunch today, but he was pretty upset about all of it so he might not know for sure.

I used to be so good at this social stuff.

2006 In Review Meme Thingy

( Okay, I'm a little appalled at just how depressing I am. )

Well, that's cheerful.

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	5.1
Mind:	3.8
Body:	5.9
Spirit:	5.9
Friends/Family:	5
Love:	0
Finance:	5.2
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

About as close to a pet as I'm likely to get

In other fun news, I have the flu. At least I'm not attending school for grades until next semester. Hopefully by then I'll have built up a resistance to the local germs.

Ugh ugh ugh [private]

I'm going to have to try and see if I can record the stuff my chem teacher says. Whoever sits in my chair the period before mine is a really hateful person or something. I have to spend the whole class time concentrating on keeping his really awful thoughts out of my head. I hope Dr. Holland doesn't think I'm being disrespectful. I want to pay attention to what he's saying, but this guy keeps shouting vile things.

What am I doing here? [private]

My new school sucks.

People are really nice there but I just found out that like a whole metric fuckton of students died there last year. Including the girl who used to own my locker. I can't touch it without feeling what happened to her and it was really awful and violent and painful and I'm going to have to carry my coat and boots around with me all winter because I am not touching that thing ever again even if my life depends on it.

I talked to a guy named Stu in the chat room last night and he told me a little about what happened, and said I should probably avoid the cafeteria (whee) and the boiler room (not that I'd have reason to go there anyway, right?) if I didn't want to see stuff. He was actually not surprised I see stuff. He does too. I don't think it's the same as what I see but it sounds like the school screws with him, too.

I met Jonathan yesterday and he showed me the centaur. He was really nice to me, but people in the chat room seem to think he's a jerk. The only iffy thing I felt about him is that he was tripping when he made the centaur. But you know, to each their own, and I won't say I've never considered popping some pills if it'd keep things a little more even.

Anyway, day 1 was more or less okay. I'm just going to have to be really really careful not to touch stuff if I can help it. I've even been picking up creepy vibes just by walking on the school floors. Oh, this was such a great plan.

Better get ready for Day 2.

phonetextpost [private]

i am never ever ever touching my locker again. jesus. i'll just have to carry my damn books around all day. wtf is up with this place?

Dear... journal thing.

So. They're gone. On their way back to Cinci. They're probably really relieved, too.

Okay, that was mean. Mom cried. But Lindy's gotta be relieved I won't be around anymore saying weird things and messing up the delicate social balances of her world. God, she's probably always going to hate me now. And I think Rick thinks I'm scary...

I take it back. It's not mean to think they're relieved not to have me around anymore. They should be relieved. I made life hell for them. I want them to be relieved.

I've been checking out Middle Area a little. I got lost yesterday and this weird guy was talking about how he could make people's problems go away if they signed some kind of contract. I think he was an evangelist or something. I don't know. He gave me the creeps so I didn't stick around. And I found the high school's chat room online last night. That was pretty cool. This guy Jonathan took a Visible Man doll and a Visible Horse doll and made a Visible Centaur out of them. He's bringing it to school on Monday, so hopefully I'll get to see it. Everybody was really cool and nice and friendly.

Maybe I can start feeling relieved, too. That'd be so nice.

Moving in...

Okay, I'm pretty much all moved in, I think.

After spending the whole week getting ready in this totally gorgeous weather we were having, once it was time to load up and make the trip to Middle Area, things turned stormy as hell and the drive was a nightmare. Some welcome. Yesterday was a total nightmare. I'm trying not to believe in omens here because there were even a few tornado warnings going off while we were on the road.

But I'm here, anyway. And all moved in. I had to swap out a dresser, because there was no way I was keeping the one that was in this room after what I saw when I touched it, but Gran was really nice about that. Mom and Dad and Rick and Lindy are staying over until tomorrow morning before they go back. Lindy still won't talk to me much. I don't think I can ever apologize enough to her.

Gran's going to take me to the school on Monday. I won't actually start classes for actual grades until next semester, but she's going to talk to the principal about letting me kind of audit the classes between now and then, and get to know everybody. Which is a really good idea because that means I can get used to everything before anything going wrong will start counting against me.

I really need a thicker skin.

Anyway, time for me to go spend quality time with my family before they vanish.

...This really is all kind of scary.

MAHS Character Application draft

( character app draft )