Alex

I'm not sure if I was supposed to look through the peephole then.

Never stated in the notes if I could at this time, but I did.

I wouldn't you believe it.

The visitor was Trina.

After pulling her inside, she started asking me what was wrong.

But all I could do was hold her and bawl my eyes out into her chest.

She didn't really make any effort to comfort me, only asking me over and over again what was wrong.

Stuff like, did something happen?

Are you alright?

Why are you crying?

She asked question after question, and the more she asked, the more worried she sounded.

I don't know exactly how long I cried for, but after coming down, I did manage to get a better look at her.

Trina was taller, and her hair was a bit longer.

But besides that, she didn't look much different.

At least, at the time she didn't.

Of course, things only started getting weirder from there.

Putting aside the rules for a moment, I started asking her my own questions.

Like where she went, why she was gone for so long.

I know it probably wasn't the best decision, but I had to make more of an effort to not break down again.

And asking questions, especially ones that could be answered and explained, it was an action that did not help keep my mind off of the terror surrounding me, even for a little bit, not to mention keeping my sanity in check.