Dear journal,

     I'm a bit worried, I haven't seen Eliza in hours. Did I scare her off? I really—

There is a drop of blood covering the next word.

     Shoot, paper cut. That's just great. I'm going to get a bandage from the bathroom, hold on a second.

     I just looked in the mirror. . .

     There's a huge scar across my cheek. . .

     That definitely wasn't there earlier, and I doubt it's just a paper cut. What happened. . . ?

     First Liza's eyes, now my face? What demons are pranking us right now?

     I am not scared for whatever reason. My pulse is slow and nothing seems abnormal.

     Except for the fact that. . . I left for the bandage an hour ago and just got back to my room. . . But how?

     The bathroom is right down the hall, and I didn't waste time. . .

     It was 4pm when I left my room for a few minutes. . .

    It was 5pm when I came back, it's 5pm when I'm writing this.

     Correction, it's now nearly 7pm. It happened again. My internal clock has gone to hell.

     What is happening to me?!

-Nyo!Hungary