Dear Diary, Book 2, Bitter Sweet...

Wednesday, 25th January 2017 - Lion: Death of Intruder

Wednesday, 25th January 2017 - Lion: Death of Intruder

Dear Diary

Intruder was in a terrible condition. She had the very basic shape of a human being, but almost everything else was wrong. The first thing that I noticed initially, was that she was almost completely red. Covered in blood. Her blood.

The second thing I noticed was the stench. The smell which came from her was an awful combination of rusted iron and meat that's been out of the fridge for too long.

After this I noticed details. Personally, I found this to be the worst part of it all. The damage which had been inflicted on her was immense. All over her body, I saw cuts, stab wounds, skin which had been cauterized. Large sections of her body looked as if a large flap of skin had been sliced part way open, almost making a window into her internal organs.

When Slayer had brought Intruder into the room, she had still been chained to the chair. The chains themselves were done far too tight to allow any movement. The most that she was able to do was adjust the position of her head.

She spent a lot of time crying. At least, it sounded like she was crying. No tears were coming out anymore, but there was a clear section of her face which wasn't covered in blood, having been cleared by her salty tears.

I couldn't really blame her though. She had just been through the worst experience that she could ever have been put to. Additionally, Slayer had promised that today was going to be her last day alive. I was pretty sure that a message like that would be enough to upset anyone.

"Hey" I said to her "Are you okay?"

I knew what the answer to the question obviously was, but I still wanted to talk to her. I needed to talk to someone. As much as I wanted to talk to Bear, that option was becoming less and less of an option. Her condition had continued to worsen. The best that I had been able to tell, she had a fever, as well as her physical injuries. She spent most of her time now in a disturbed sleep, constantly tossing and turning. It even sounded like her breathing had started to become even more shallow.

"No" she whimpered.

"How is...how are...?" I stopped. What was I going to ask her? How she had been coping? Neither of us really wanted to talk about that. Instead, I took an alternate conversation path.

"Why did you and your boyfriend break up?"

"What?" she asked. "When did we break up?"

My information came straight from messages I read between her and Prey, how could they have possibly been wrong?

"Last week, I heard that the two of you had broken up?"

She held back a tear.

"No, we hadn't even discussed breaking up. Things were getting heated and tense, but we weren't that bad?" It almost looked like she shrugged at me. "Why are you even talking about this right now anyway? Does it even matter now? Does anything even matter now? I'm going to die today!" She started crying again. I stopped talking to her for a while. I wanted to try and comfort her, but there was little that I was actually able to do. I hoped that my presence was enough, although I highly suspected that it would be insufficient.

When she stopped, she looked up to me and asked "How did you even hear about us breaking up?"

I considered my answer. I knew what the truth was. The truth that I had been tracking everything that she had done with everyone for the past few months, that anything she had which came close to privacy had been torn away by me.

"I heard it from somebody else at work experience" I answered, hoping she would accept that answer.

She did.