Scatter Hearts

The Truth..

Hello. You do not know who I am. Too much has happened to be explained. However, there are things that require explanation, like dimensions, and alters in people, and other worldly governments, and insanity, and things that ordinary,- or extremely closedminded religious or worldly centered people cannot understand.

I am not the same person. She is dead. To explain it best, my soul is split. Feels like it aways has been at this point but,.. I know it hasn't been.  For too long there has been stories spread around,- fiction,- that has unmistakenly shown what has truly happened, but none of which was my fault, nor took place where I am from. She was useful to us, but she made her choice.. We had no other option. I will not explain more than necessary to paint the picture for you to understand. "You", referring to whoever discovers this journal. This is real. Nothing you have witnessed happened where I am from but the diary entries. There was no house fire that killed three adults and two animals. There was no devastation to the world colliding with another reality. There was no hook-ups between friends, those I recognize as my family I adopted. There was no murder by the hands of an individual that went under the online story persona of Willow Oakland/ Nanaki, or whatever.  There was no violence between spouses. I had not been married before age 20.

By the time the person I suspect will read this is piecing together who I am and what I am talking about, I pray that I am not being detained for something I did not do; that of which I am aware I am accused of. -Not murder. Although at this point I wish it had been. It would be a less.. ridiculous reason to be behind bars for three months. Slapping a cop even.. But according to Sam Puckett, from Icarly, that sentence is six months. More time that I do not have. I should probably tell you my name, my association with Sammy and what all of this I am telling you truly means.

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Fine.

I will tell you.

My name is Sainkrajinx Moonstar Wolfe. 

Yes, that is my real name.

Predreka, is Draen for Wolf. One of Sammy's exes had their own language. That is what Draen is.

My original last name is Vortex.

My sister's last name that I adopted last year.  She adopted me, but ya. I will be vague of which sister I refer to, because I have like six sisters at this point.

I have a big adopted family. Like people do nowadays, we all met online.

I have two older sisters; Ash and Kat. Three younger sisters; Khloe, Lilac, and Sunny. I have four brothers, one of them is older than me by two months, the others are younger than me; Michael, Koren, Zane, and Austin. (I technically have six because one's Austin's friend who became his brother but idk his name , and the other is the same with Korrey.) I have a cousin, but I know them and call them by their username, which again, I'm not giving out.  We have family friends, Jackie, Stolas, and Issac. (I'm married to Issac, btw. ) I have lots of nieces and nephews but the ones I can keep track of as of rn at least are Lilly, Elizebeth, and one I just know by the username. I have about four dads, -including the Lord-, and three moms; all but two of them being an alter.
Moms- Hera, Nori, and
my brother & Ash's mom

Dads- The Lord, Xecnobus, Pure Vanilla, and Shadowmilk

My siblings and I have a grandfather, who's a demon-Will- who Kat made a deal with I'm not sure how long ago , who's changed over the course of a few months and has bonded with Kor and I and we consider him our grandpa. -he's also stood up for/ with us in dire situations-
Lilac hate him because of how he used to behave before. We have an uncle, who's grandpas son, Bill- yes that bill, I'm just as dumbfounded as you are. Who is a real demon that my sister made a deal with and honestly used to scare me, Kor and Ash just by his presence. But like grandpa, Bill has also changed over the past few months and helped us out. I at least consider him family, I'm not sure about everyone else tho.

I have trauma and mental illness that doesn't make sense. I am insane, and yet able to control my sanity. I am sane and yet not at the same time. I thank Jesus for that clarity.. If not for him, I do not believe I would've been alive to witness any of this.

I will explain all of this and how it came to be how it is in due time, but essentially..

My soul is literally split because of trauma, making me a different person and have memory issues/ retaining new information difficult. Sammy's parent's literally have abused me mentally, emotionally, psychologically, and verbally- sometimes nowadays resulting in fights and domestic violence. My sister literally died in front of me. My husband had a heart attack in front of me and briefly died. My brother took a bullet for my husband and died in my arms during a dimensional war, to my and my husband's devastation. Sammy was driven insane, a trait that resides within me, and I cannot remember our childhood for the most-part, whatsoever, and again, have memory issues.. I like things she didn't; I used to be afraid of drowning, back when I used to think we were the same, after she died. I still have to pretend to be her at times.. Also I am not afraid of death anymore.

If you haven't guessed already, this is not a work of fiction, as previously intended. What I am about to break down has happened over the course of about a year, as of writing this. These are real people. I will name drop only first names. As revealing anything else will reveal their identities at least online wise, to the world, and I do not believe either of us truly wish that.

Now I am aware that many things I am about to explain are difficult to understand, but for the sake of my remaining sanity it all happened. In the event we discover my worst fears are once again true, I will update.