oh noes

Journal 5

…he changed.

He changed.

Telling me he was sorry…crying, crying, crying.

Saying he didn’t know.

Saying he’d protect me from now on.

That I didn’t have to worry anymore.

…the only thing I want to know is…

…nevermind.

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I guess that was confusing…right, Journey? I’m sorry. I’m not in the right state of mind nowadays…

Let me…explain.

I did the things I said I would, yeah…and with the power of magic, he brought me back to life. I’ve been asleep for five days.

Apparently…that night…he was dusting his bookshelf off himself. And he saw you and thought, “I wonder what this is.”

When he realized it was my journal…he thought maybe he could find something funny in it. Almost quit halfway, but forced himself to read through it just for some laughs.

He didn’t, by the way. He found the picture I left instead.

…did you know?

He is…he WAS…a good friend of my parents.

Absolutely devastated when they died, apparently. Too stuck in his own misery to realize who I was. He didn’t think I was related to her at all…

…even when we have the same green hair.

I don’t trust him, to be brief.

This is just another ploy of his. I’ll let my guard down, accept his “care,” and when I finally feel happy and comfortable…he’ll bring it all crashing down again.

But, you know…might as well enjoy myself, now that I know that it’s coming. Make some new memories to try and ease the hurt when it happens…

And since he said I could do whatever I wanted…I will.

I’ll just take the money and buy anything my mind drifts to.

Gods know he makes enough money every year to cover ten times the amount, anyway.

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I guess I’ve been out of it lately…it’s been a few weeks. I’m eleven now.

It’s lonely, I guess. David - that’s what he told me to call him - keeps me close to him. He says it’s for protection, but it’s probably just so he can keep me from doing anything he disapproves of.

Sometimes, when I look out the bedroom window…I see everyone else working away. And, on occasion, one of the people down there looks up. They see me and I see the flash of jealousy pass over their expression before they turn away.

Although, the warrior man…the one time we saw each other, he looked sort of…content. Even waved at me. Strange thing to do for someone who you think is lower than you are.

David’s been…telling me about my parents. I was too young to remember them, after all.

Mother, whose name was Eileen, was one of Gurrund’s priestesses…was a gentle and kind person, but religious to a fault. Always had a passion for reading, loved gardening, all that sappy stuff.