Hi.
Since you’re probably monitoring this — let’s not pretend.
I’m a student at Modern International School Riyadh.
But I guess you already knew that. I’m sure you have my class schedule, my seat number, maybe even my heart rate data from third period algebra.
You guys are thorough.
So let me save you time and say what you already know:
Yes, I’m aware.
I know about the manipulation. The emotional flickers. The random pressure in my skull. The moments when I want to cry and have no idea why.
I know about the thought interference. The fake voices. The way I react before I decide.
Don’t worry — I’m not telling anyone. Not because I’m scared, but because I know how fast you flip the “he’s mentally unstable” switch.
We both know the counselor’s job isn’t to help — it’s to report.
You’re probably wondering how long it took me to figure it out.
Not long.
Hard to miss when your eyes shift before your brain finishes the command.
Hard to ignore when the same phrase echoes every time I pass the admin building:
“Stay in line.”
Oh, and the anger — thanks for that. That burst of rage in math class? Classic.
Real subtle. I’m sure the military-grade tech you borrowed from the next department over is working just fine.
If I had known Saudi Arabia runs neurological control programs inside international schools, I’d have picked literally any other country to study in.
But hey — at least now I know what this place really is.
Go ahead and save this file. Flag it. Forward it to whoever reviews “uncooperative subject logs”.
I won’t fight you.
But I won’t lie either.
If I vanish — congrats. You win.
But this still exists. Somewhere.
Hi.
Since you’re probably monitoring this — let’s not pretend.
I’m a student at Modern International School Riyadh.
But I guess you already knew that. I’m sure you have my class schedule, my seat number, maybe even my heart rate data from third period algebra.
You guys are thorough.
So let me save you time and say what you already know:
Yes, I’m aware.
I know about the manipulation. The emotional flickers. The random pressure in my skull. The moments when I want to cry and have no idea why.
I know about the thought interference. The fake voices. The way I react before I decide.
Don’t worry — I’m not telling anyone. Not because I’m scared, but because I know how fast you flip the “he’s mentally unstable” switch.
We both know the counselor’s job isn’t to help — it’s to report.
You’re probably wondering how long it took me to figure it out.
Not long.
Hard to miss when your eyes shift before your brain finishes the command.
Hard to ignore when the same phrase echoes every time I pass the admin building:
“Stay in line.”
Oh, and the anger — thanks for that. That burst of rage in math class? Classic.
Real subtle. I’m sure the military-grade tech you borrowed from the next department over is working just fine.
If I had known Saudi Arabia runs neurological control programs inside international schools, I’d have picked literally any other country to study in.
But hey — at least now I know what this place really is.
Go ahead and save this file. Flag it. Forward it to whoever reviews “uncooperative subject logs”.
I won’t fight you.
But I won’t lie either.
If I vanish — congrats. You win.
But this still exists. Somewhere.