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Post by jayded on Jun 3, 2007 13:05:52 GMT -5
**A tattered old composition book that Skylar keeps on her at all times to avoid it being discovered**
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Post by jayded on Jun 3, 2007 13:10:47 GMT -5
So yeah....as I write this, I'm sitting in the shittiest dump of a cafe you've ever seen. Warning, do not get the egg-salad. I can already feel my stomach cramping after a bite. I got released from the Hospital today....small mercy. I got shot a few times by that dude at the bank. And I had fractures in my thigh and everything. But you know, guess nothing to do but soilder on. On the way back to the shelter...which is still where I'm pointed, I saw alot of crazy shit. Through the walls, in houses. People are horrible. I'm serious. the things they do to each other, as a matter of habit almost. I can't take it. I don't know what to do...I already had to call the cops today, Anonymous tipster-style. Yeah, I'd hate to see what would happen to me if I told them "Oh, I can see through walls, coats, everything" End up in a mad house or being used by the military, government, something.
Anyhow....I have to take some self-defense courses maybe. Learn how to fight. I don't want to be a vigilante. Someone who takes the law into my own hands. But once I heal enough, I might have to. I don't see any other way out....I need help. Something needs to happen. I can't let people suffer. And I don't want to get killed trying to stop it either....Something has got to give....
Anyhow, guess I should get back to the shelter before curfew. I lose my spot there at the women's shelter and I'll end up in a normal one, with people stealing my shit
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