Elowen Rosenthal

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9/1/2018 4:48pm

Do you think that I can just stay in the bathroom forever?? I can live in this stall for the rest of my life. I'd never have to worry about anything. Like, ever.

Am I immortal now?? Is that how this works?? When everyone dies off, I'll be the only one left. Or does my uh. . . spirit thingy. . . go somewhere?

You know what, who cares?? I can live in the bathroom. I don't sleep now, which is weird. I tried. I really did. But I can't close my eyes for a long period of time anymore. I can't eat. I don't pee or anything. Nothing comes out of my body other then the inTenSe wANT tO gO hOMe.

Who needs a dorm when you have a bathroom??

Haha. . . Ha. . . Please help me.


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9/1/2018 2:06pm

It's not a dream. Okay, maybe it is. I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. Especially how I ended up you know, dead. Or how I got here. I mean, I woke up in the bathroom. I'm still here though. Sitting on the toilet of the girls' bathroom. Just typing away. (Please don't report me, I don't have a dorm yet. Also, the bathroom is comfortable.) My backpack was next to me. Open, but next to me. So I had the ability to get my laptop. When I logged in, this site was bookmarked. And I clicked it. I can't really tell whether I regret it or not.

It's been a few days. Or an hour. I can't really keep track of time anymore. I've lost my sense of it as soon as I woke up here. My calendar says it's September 1st, but do I trust it? No. I don't really trust anything anymore. Including my records. How. Can. I. Possibly. Be. Dead? How could I be here, right now, sitting on a toilet, typing on this stupid website?

There's no mirror's in the bathroom. Is that normal here? Well, possibly. There was some kid who I think is invisible. Is that possible? Am /I/ possible? Is /ANYTHING/ possible????

Life sucks. I mean. . . Death. Death sucks. If you ever die at some point, or like, if you are, I'm sorry. This is stupid. Do you know how much I hate this?? Looking down at my hands and finding the tips of my fingers are translucent. . . sucks. I tripped and fell through the next stall. I passed through a wall. A. Wall. NOThINg mAKes sEnsE aNYmoRE.

The worst part is, is that my memory is terrible. Everything in my life is crystal clear, except for how I died and how I ended up here. I have a younger brother, Simon. He only wears blue, even though his favorite colour is green. I also have a cat. Her name is Abba. She ended up developing liver problems, though. Is she okay now? I have no clue. My mom passed not too long ago due to cancer. And my dad provided for us for a bit. Because of my mother's death, he's pretty unstable. Wait. Shit.

If I'm dead. . . and my dad dealt with my mom's death so badly. . . he couldn't be okay now. Is Simon okay? Shit. Shit. Shit. dfghjksdfghjklkjhgfdsadfghjhgfrdewsertgyhjnb vcxzsdfghjhgtfre

They can't be okay. Can I go back?? Can I go back home?? I want to see my family. I wanna go back. Being dead sucks.

Being dead. . .



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8/30/2018 5:48pm

I think I get it now. Okay. I take that back. I don't think I get it now. But things kind of make sense. I'm at a school. A school called Psyhigh. It's for people that aren't exactly normal.

It's funny, because I thought I was normal.

I thought I was just a normal teenager going through life. Just some kid taking classes here, and staying up until three in the morning there. But now, I'm not.

I found access to a window. My reflection. . . It didn't really look like me. I have no idea whether I'm going to get used to this or not. My skin is pale. Too pale. Well, maybe not for you, but for me, I'm nearly canvas coloured.

Where do I go from here? What do I do? I'm dead, aren't I? What do dead people do? I read about them all the time in weird books and such. But I don't want to haunt people. Maybe that's not what they. . . I mean /we/ do.

I need to do research. More research than I would like. I think I'll be able to get a dorm soon. It says so on here. Then maybe I won't spend all of my time in the girls' bathroom.

Maybe I can meet people too. Figure out what's going on with me. I can't tell if this is normal or not. I don't even know if I'm supposed to be slightly conscious. I mean, I am dead. I think. I don't know anymore.

Feel free to talk to me. . . Possibly you can help me figure this out. I sure don't know a thing.

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8/30/2018 1:52pm

I was able to look through my files. This place is a school isn't it? It has to be. I found the office. I mean, it took some help, but I found it. There was someone at the desk. I can't quite remember their name. That doesn't matter. What does, is that they were nice enough to hand me my records.









157 CM

55 KG



1 - 7 - 2002

8 - 12 - 2018




I stared down at the papers. D. . . O. . . D. I repeated the letters over and over and over again in my head. D. O. D. Date of birth. Date of. . . Death. Death? What does it mean by death? I don't understand. I /can't/ understand.

But I'm here. I'm walking. I'm moving. I can talk. I can touch. I can /feel/. Everything's a bit cold, yes. But that's normal isn't it? It's almost Autumn. Things should be a bit chilly.

Nothing feels right anymore. How? How am I here?

I have no memory. No memory of what happened. All I know, is that I had been taking a walk. That's it. Taking a walk. And now I'm here. I'm at this. . . place.

My breathing became sharp. Why isn't my heart beating. I placed my hand on my chest, not feeling any pulse nor warmth that I'm use to. Just emptiness. I don't get it. I don't get anything. I feel so lost. My brain is too foggy to function properly. I had spent a day staring at this paper. Waiting for something to change.

Am I dead?

I stared down at my hands. They looked so. . . pale. So wrong. "No, no, no, no." I muttered under my breath. I don't remember ever looking like this. This is not me. It can't be. This is not my body.

Where am I?

What am I?

I dropped the papers, tossing them onto the floor of the bathroom. They fluttered onto the ground, spreading out into another stall. My body felt so light. A lightheaded kind of light. How did I get like this? Maybe I'm sick.

Maybe it's a dream.

It has to be a dream.

I have no idea anymore.

I'll report back soon.


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Back to School Pals
8/29/2018 5:33pm

I got sent here. I don't exactly know where I am, but I'm here. People are talking to me. A lot of people. People. They aren't people. I can't even tell. Am I a person? How do I respond? What am I? Does it matter?

All I know
Is that I'm here
At this place
I don't fully understand
I mean
I don't fully understand a lot of things

Please tell me what's going on.

I know my name. Elowen Rosenthal. Owen. El. That's my name.

I know what I look like. You'll never know. Well uh, maybe. But I can look at my reflection and know it's me.

I know what I feel right now. And that's confused. Very, very, very, very confused.

But I don't know where I am.

I'm surrounded by others. In a place. A place that I don't quite get. But that's fine. It is. It's fine.

I don't know why I'm writing this. I really don't. It's like talking to someone. You know, but not.

But people can read this, right? I hope so. Can you read this? If so, please tell me where I am. There's posters. And this website. But why. That's what I don't get.