December 4, 2011

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ni torpedobelly
ni torpedobelly
                                    
                                              Dear Diary,
                          I wept for a month but a month was not enough to take away my sadness. My tears won’t relive her. It will only make things worse. Crying won’t do. It won’t help me in giving her a justified death. So I called Marcus.
                          “Are you ready to sign the papers?”

                          “I already did.”
                          “Okay. Then—“
                          I stopped him. “Before we proceed, I want you to giver justice to her death.”
                          “But you can’t go against leukemia. You can’t ask justice from leukemia.”
                          “Look,” I opened the paper and showed it to him. “I think it wasn’t leukemia that killed her. She said there that they were feeding her with rotten-tasting food.”
                          “Maybe that’s part of her diagnosis.”
                          “No!” Calm down, Xavier. “I-I’ve been taking of her for years and I never fed her rotten-tasting food. The hospital never gave her that.”
                          “So w-what are you saying?”
                          “I think the hospital was up to something that’s why they feed her that and why they didn’t let me see Via anymore.”
                          “W-Wait, they didn’t let you see Via? For how long?”
                          “Seven months,” I answered.
                          “Did they file a restraining order against you?”
                          “No.”
                          “There really is something.”
                          I smirked. “So what I want you to do is to find out what really happened. I want to file a case against the officials of her hospital. I want to give her death justice.”
                          “Will do.”