It had happened for as long as she could remember, the blackouts that is. Every Friday at exactly 8pm her vision went dark and when she woke up next it was already Monday morning, this time at exactly 8am. As if the time loss wasn't bad enough on its own, a letter awaited her every time. A letter filled with a stack of cash and a note...

Kit Moore woke to the ringing of her alarm on a perfectly normal Monday morning. Well...almost perfect. Unlike most people Kit didn't enjoy her weekends, in fact she didn't even remember them. Instead she blacked out without reason on Friday afternoons, and woke again on Monday morning.

Truthfully it wasn't the time loss that scared her the most, it was what sat waiting for her when she woke. There was always an envelope. Crisp and white without a fold or dent to be seen. Sitting squarely on her desk waiting to be read. Inside was a letter, just as neatly presented as the envelope was, and a wad of cash. It was always the same, week after week.

The note said the same thing each time, it was short and yet chilling. A one sentence thank you for a job well done and her payment. The letter or envelope never had any address or names accompanying them and gave no clue about where it might have come from.

Kit was barely 10 years old the first time it had happened to her. That first Monday morning, the start of all of her problems and unanswered questions. She had though that it was a dream at first, had really tried to convince herself that it was. The reality of it was more than she could handle at first.

No one had believed her, not a single soul. Her own parents thought nothing of it. They assured her that it was just silly dreams and that she had been present all weekend. She remembered the feelings of fear and panic that would set in every Friday. All she could do was wait for it to happen, to lose herself and return knowing nothing.

Now almost 8 years later Kit had an established routine for her Monday mornings. She sat up and pulled two plastic boxes out from under her bed. Grabbing the envelope in one hand and ripping it open to read the same letter as always. In the other hand she grabbed the cash and stored both items in the two boxes, respectively.

She got dressed quickly for school, throwing on her jacket to go with it all. Most mornings her parents had already left long before she woke herself up for school. Sometimes she wished they were there on these strange mornings but she had gotten used to being alone.

Having never found herself to be much of a breakfast person she was fine to skip it entirely. She made herself a sandwich, PB&J for lunch and grabbed a few snacks for the day. Her book bag was hanging on the coat rack and she pulled it over one shoulder while grabbing her keys in her free hand. She stepped outside, closing and locking the door behind her. It was just cold enough to call for a jacket and she hurried quickly to her car. It was sitting outside the garage, another of the normal things upon waking up on Mondays.

Her drive to school was boring and uneventful which was always what she needed on these mornings. It was easier to forget something when your lost in a mundane task. Finding a spot to park she grabbed her bag and checked for her homework. It was completed perfectly and she placed it back into her folder before getting out of the car. One could almost believe she had a guardian angel or a kindred spirit watching over her. Almost that is except for the cash, and the note.

Kit had always found herself arriving right when the bell rang no matter what she did. At least, that's what she told herself. Truthfully she could set her alarm for a few minutes earlier and be here on time but that wasn't her style. Her first class was either a film class or a study hall so it didn't matter much if she was a few minutes late. Besides it was the final semester of her senior year, she should be allowed some leniency. 

She made her way into the building and quickly stopped at her locker to grab the textbooks she needed for the day. She always made sure to leave them on Friday afternoons because it wasn't as if she needed them anyways. Her first class for today happened to be a study hall and she made her way through the nearly empty halls to sign in for the morning. Another of the ways she used to cope with the time loss was to lose herself in other worlds. It helped to convince herself that maybe she was a superhero fighting crime or an adventurer on some far away journey. She could accept in her mind that any theory could be correct, no matter how far-fetched it seemed. The only issue was that she was running out of other worlds to visit. A journey only lasted as long as there was more to see, or in her case read.

After signing in she grabbed her pass from the teacher as usual and headed to the library. She had recently been researching amnesia and memory loss and trying to link it to the things that had happened to her. The librarian, Mrs. Villas, was one of Kits favorite teachers and was always willing to help her find new books or topics to research. Today kit decided, was a day to dive into fantasy and not research.

"Did you get any new books over the weekend?" Kit asks. Mrs. Villas looks over at her fondly. "I'm sure you already know the answer to that." She states.
"Doesn't hurt to ask" I give her a shrug and a small smile. She smiles back at me.
Seeing as there is nothing new Kit goes to find something to reread for the time being. It's only after she pulls Alice in Wonderland out of her bag for what feels like the hundredth time that she notices something odd.

When she opens the book after sitting down a piece of paper flutters out. She almost doesn't think anything of it except for the fact that she's the only one who's had the book all weekend. Picking up the paper she turns it over and sees a small scrawl of writing on the bottom. It says nothing but the world 'Please' in her sloppy script. There is a signature with her name underneath the word. The name is hers but the handwriting is definitely not.

Trying not to think to much on the paper she found she spendings the rest of her study hall curled up reading the book. Before class ends she tries her hardest to convince Mrs. Villas to get her more books but to little avail.
"I'm truly sorry, but you know as well as I do that the budget just doesn't allow for any more books." She looks at Kit sympathetically.
"I'm not asking for a whole library just a few more." Mrs. Villas shakes her head understandingly, "I know but they don't think it's necessary for the library to have any more books when there is no one to read them anyways."
Feeling frustrated Kit bides her goodbye and heads to her next class for the day. The bell rings a moment before she get there but she doesn't rush just finds her seat in the back. Economics is her least favorite class and the only reason she's getting by is the blackouts and the finished homework on Monday mornings. She's just settling down into her chair for the lecture when a small group of students comes late through the doors. The teacher is right behind them fussing about getting to class on time and holding others up.

Kit can't explain it but she knows she's never seen these students before but she feels as if she knows them. They take their seats and the teacher begins calling attendance. Still staring at them she notices one turning around and scanning the classroom for something. He sees her and with a grin looks her right in the eyes. She is struck with horror and a wave of dizziness as she holds his gaze.

She knows them. She remembers them. These are the people who she sees in her memories. Faces she was never able to place, the only faces she could remember each time she woke. These are the people who know what happens to her are probably the ones who did it.

She wants to say something, confront them, scream at them, but the dizziness has become disorienting and she can't do anything but close her eyes as she blacks out once again.