School: Penicuik High School, Midlothian
Monday, 23 May 2053
The ‘TIME MACHINE’ presentation went really well today. I felt obliged to pay attention, as my parents had put the last few years of their life into it. My dad talked about how he was pretty confident on the money side, and my mum and her colleagues explained how they only have to work through a few flaws in design to get it working. By the end I got pretty bored though. It was like I’d done it before!
My little bro’s doing just fine, clueless as usual. He’s not thrown a tantrum in a few days, which is pretty good for a 4-year-old. He’s enjoying nursery so far, which is pretty good, and he’s even made a couple of friends!
Saturday, 27 May 2053
What is happening to me?
In the past couple of days I’ve been feeling really down and been easily agitated, (I had a short burst of tears just yesterday) and my schoolwork has suffered from it. As a 14 year old in High School, I naturally get an unfair amount of homework. As I’m not what you would call a ‘child genius’, I often get frustrated by the tasks I get set, but recently, it’s been HORRIBLE. My mum says things about mood swings and how common they are to comfort me, but I know how little of what she says is true. It would make no sense for random stuff like that to just come right out of left field, right?
I’ve also been feeling a bit hazy along with the general sadness thing. It’s really difficult to describe, but it’ll probably pass in the next few days.
Thursday, 1 June 2053
The sadness thing that started a couple weeks ago has gotten a lot worse. I’ve been excluded from my school for a couple days because of a fight I started. Some kid was annoying me and I was just overcome with a wave of emotion and lashed out at him. But it’s not too bad. I can handle it. I can be strong.
Wednesday, 7 June 2053
I’m even more upset than before.
All I wanted was for me to calm down by the beginning of the month, but it’s gotten worse. I’m off school today. I lied to my mum about being sick because I just can’t handle the hustle and bustle of High School just now. I’ll probably be back tomorrow but I’m feeling particularly horrid today.
Monday, 12 June 2053
I plucked up the courage to go to school today, but I wish I hadn’t. Not only was I in a horrible mood, but it seemed everyone else there were also not being the friendliest. A couple fights broke out, which is a lot more than the average of about 1 a month. Teachers were shouting way too much and to top that all off I cried 7 times. It’s almost as if my feelings are sort of parasitic...
Thursday, 22 June 2053
I hit my brother because of an argument with my parents about school. I’m out of control. I need to go to a doctor. I’m mentally sick.
Friday, 23 June 2053
I told my mum everything and I went to the doctor’s earlier today. They don’t recognise what I have so I’m to go to the hospital for “further investigation’’, whatever that means.
Monday, 26 June 2053
The brain signs had never been seen before. They’ve diagnosed me with a form of depression, and they’re calling it ‘Extreme Infective Depression’, or EID for short.
Friday, 30 June 2053
With the announcement of EID on the local news, many children from my school have come forward saying they have a form of it. The fact that I was the first to be diagnosed spread through my school like wildfire, making people more inclined to stay as far away from me as possible, though if I was in their position I would too. The EID has gotten to the point where my head has developed a voice for it, which has been getting louder, which is not at all a good sign.
Sunday, 9 July 2053
With all this EID shenanigans I completely forgot about that time machine. My mum and dad have still been working hard on it, though I couldn’t really care less. That voice has stopped me caring about anything but my wildest emotions. I might even volunteer myself to be the first test subject, because in the end if it goes wrong, I’ll stop having to suffer the torture I’m going through just now. If it goes well, I might even have time to find the source of EID and warn people about it before it gets too bad.
Thursday, 13 July 2053
I’ve decided I’m going to offer myself to be first to test, purely because I don’t care whether or not I die. My reasonable voice has been drowned out by the darker voice of the EID, and I’ve embraced it. If my mum questions me, I’ll just tell the truth. She’ll understand...
Sunday, 16 July 2053
I said to mum that I’m interested in testing for the project. She was clearly not comfortable letting me, but she said if no one else came forward I’d have the position. Nobody sane would be willing to test a TIME MACHINE for the first time. Luckily, I’m not sane.
Sunday, 30 July 2053
I am writing this the day before the test. If anyone finds this, I want them to use this as evidence for the affects of EID on an adolescent child. Even if I die, I want to be able to help the world before it fully crumbles. This experiment could go wrong an infinite number of ways, and most likely will, so to my mum, thank you for raising me as a perfect mum, and you better keep my little bro safe.
Monday, 23 May 2053
The ‘TIME MACHINE’ presentation went really well today…….