Day 11

Today the attacks began. It wasn't anything like I'd expected. I thought that because they were from another dimension, that they'd only attack the parts of us that were in their dimension. I thought they only could attack those parts. I thought our bodies, our homes, our machines and everything else in this world but our "souls" would be safe. I was wrong.
I don't know all the details yet, but it appears that sometime around 6am Eastern Time, "anomalies" started to appear apparently at random all over the world. They were all different shapes and sizes. Some were on the ground. Some were in the air. Some were probably even underground, though I guess it would be hard to see those. No one really knows when the exact time was when they started, but what we do know is their effect: complete stasis in the fourth dimension. Time. The bastards froze time. Really clever, I suppose. I forgot that they shared more than one dimension with us, forgot that time was even a dimension. And I had no idea that it could be manipulated on this level.
No one noticed at first, of course. Not until people started trying to move into the affected areas. It was so strange, watching the footage of a mother attempting to push her stroller past the edge of one of the anomalies. The stroller flattened completely as every single atom became stuck in time as it entered the anomaly. The mother, terrified at the disappearance of her child, tugged frantically at the stroller's handle, which was still outside the edge of the anomaly. It of course didn't move. The mother pulled harder, and harder, and panic started to take over. She screamed for someone to help, help her pull her daughter away from this, thing that had eaten her. A couple of men heard her scream, and ran over to help her. Even with three people pulling, though, the stroller was stuck. The mother then screamed that she wouldn't leave her baby, that she was going after her. She jumped into the anomaly. She of course became flat as well.
When the clip was done, I wondered who had filmed the clip and why the camera man didn't try to help her.

Day 10

The world shuts its eyes tightly and lets out a low moan. It knows it's it pain, but it feels so helpless to stop it. Instead it takes another hit and falls asleep. At least when it dreams it can pretend everything is fine.
But I can't sleep. I lie awake all night. My fevered dreams chill me more than the pains of reality. Once the illusion is dispelled, the drugs are no comfort.
I want to warn others, to rally more to the cause. Maybe we can fix this thing. But I fear no one will listen. And the few that do will not be enough, and they'll be stuck like me. In even more hopeless pain than before.

I can't carry on normal conversations anymore. Everything feels so superficial, with the weight of knowing what's coming. I have this heavy burden on me, to speak out and warn the others, but I know they won't listen. They'll just think I'm crazy. They already do. So I keep quiet. Wretched in my cowardice. I want to tell them so bad, I want to say...
Wake up.

Day 9

"Do you have any sisters?" I asked as I folded the sheets for my bed. I had gotten used to his presence in my room, and it didn't bother me anymore when he popped out of nowhere and started following me around. I guess once you start talking to someone, it's hard to be so...what's the word? Defensive? Anyway, I feel less anxious when I see him.
"What do you mean?" He was studying the way I divided my blanket into thirds by folding the two ends together on top of the middle part.
"I mean, you always talk about your brothers. What about sisters?"
"Yes, of course." He shifted. I'm not sure how, or what that even means, but he...shifted. "I suppose you could call my brothers sisters, if you'd like. None of us have any gender. I just said brothers because that seems to be a more common way to refer to gender-neutral beings in your language."
I snorted. Typical male. Always thinks everything revolves around men, that the world way made for them. I told him this.
"I'm as female as I am male," he said. "And by the looks of your journal, it looks like you 'arbitrarily' chose to define me as male, too."
That bastard was right. Although to be fair, that's only because I thought he was a male at first. But did I think he was a male because we always refer to everyone as males, or because he more resembled one?
Or is he just fucking with me? I never know.