October 4, 2000, Birthday

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Hey friend. Sorry its been a while that we have chatted and stuff but you know, people have things to do.. places to go... and things to let go. Recently my life has been... good. I ate well today as well. I got myself some cat ears, milk, a finger, and a eyeball. The eyeball was nice, it had a good taste in it once you put some salt to it. Oh and today is Georges birthday and he has to go somewhere that gives me nightmares... Have I told you about the place my family calls the final destination? ( super smash bro. fiends I am not talking about that map ) Well its a place were random kids and big bullies come to fight the kids in my family... wanna know whats the worse part? Before the fighting begins, the person in my family that gets one promises to give the bullies 100 dollars. They always accept. Then the person in my family faces one guy in a obstacle coarse. I know because i did one when i was 4 years old. The horror... My family LOVES this and find it amusing to see us fall in pits of acid, get cut up from tennis machines shoot out knives and rocks, 10 to 15 killer cats fall from the roof, and wrestle a grizzly bear all in one. What your thinking now is that how did I survive this when I was 4? Truth is...I never did. Well yes I did survive it, but so much pain, struggle, blood pouring and fighting to get out my system. The person i faced was my second brother. His name was Charles but we don't talk about him no more. To my family, hes a disgrace for showing weakness when we fought. To me, he is my hero. He saved me when I was being killed from a bear. First strike was to my legs, second was to my chest. The bear tried his best to kill me and I don't even know were we got the bear from. When me and Charles fought, he didn't want to fight and neither did I. At that moment, my father, threw a knife meant to hit me only because I killed mother. ( read part 1 to know and stuff ) Charles....he saved me... at the cost of his own life. Hit him right in the heart from the back bone to deep in the body. Before he passed on to hell, he told me.. "The flower that needs pollen is right outside Pat. Run away from too much rain and find the path of the sun, that guides you to

the flower." I think about those words but often get very confused of what it meant. Did it mean to run until I find some random flower? I really didn't understand at that time. I waited for my father to visit my cell and I asked him that. He said that he will not speak to a troll like me. I asked George what it meant when he passed me. He was bruised up, had a deep black cut across his face, clothes all red, his eyes were filled with fear and anger. His clothes all torn apart as if some savage tried to steal it. I knew what had happened to him. Just like when i got cut by the bear on my legs and chest. He has not only also fought the bear, but must of been caught by a knife. Or some one had been a good fight. George only spoke one sentence that day, before he left my cell to sleep. He said "She still lived" He left leaving a glare at me, then when I went to sleep, all I had seen....Was blue.

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