December 15, 2018
Everything seems to be opening my mind more and more. The sportsman came over that following Thursday to have a duel. A sword duel. We had fun, until a blow hit my phone. The screen was cracked to the point where I could not see anything. He was panicked, upset even. He appeared to be on the verge of crying. I had to console him and told him I can get another one. He offered to help which was unnecessary. However he was adamant about it. I convinced him to only add in half. We continued our match and training.
As he left, I found ways to repair it. The only issue is that I would have to purchase a new screen. It wasn't that troubling. Yesterday, me and the sportsman decided to get this new phone as quick as possible so that we both have our weekend to ourselves. Mission accomplished. I couldn't shake the fact that I still have to activate the witch's phone again. The sportsman said it was up to me, but he showed great concern that I'm doing this for someone who wants nothing to do with me. Our conversations has been nothing but grim. Always about her family harassing her. Threatening her. My beliefs of her getting a job to support herself is just nothing but smoke.
I'm beginning to become use to the new phone in a matter of seconds. I wanted to surprise everyone with he phone I got, but the sportsman and decided tell himself to a few of our friends. The rogue was there, I grew weary. She may want to talk me personally one day. The dragoness was there. I feel like I should talk to her seeing as she knows more about both tigress and tell witch.
I have to keep the truth hidden that he damaged my phone from them and a few others specifically. Only my grandmother and the fairy knew. If I told more,they would use it in a negative way to turn it against him. Making it sound like he did it on purpose. I know them. They had issues with him in the past, but often they're the ones who are doing it to themselves with far fetched stories. He is a good man,and a good friend. I don't see why the reaper became hostile when there are people worrying about his health and his job. The sportsman decided to sever ties with him. I don't blame him honestly. The reaper hangs around bad crowds and often dates selfish or obsessed girls. I feel like that he enjoys the pain just to talk about it and use it as a weapon on those who are his friends. I really don't want to involve his childhood friend or the dragoness, but it seems I have no other option. He's stubborn and won't listen to us, but maybe she can with the help of his mother.
I haven't even spoke to the tigress since, or rather she hasn't spoke to me. I know why too. Because she took the reapers friends as her own. It wouldn't surprise me if she was exhibiting herself lewdly. I say that because of the sportsman showing me proof that she was. She wants the reaper, wants someone to take it slow, but she flirts to a new level where exposing yourself will garner attention.
Why? It doesn't make sense. All she is doing is hoping for a blank miracle to happen. Which it won't. Miracles never happen. Hope is a way of coping, believing things will change, that it will all be better. I know. I as once like that. Now I focus on doing things by my own hands. If I end up mangled and torn, so be it. I'm at the point where I don't care anymore. I'm in a world of shadows that these demons are dressed as my friends. Only some are true in this town, and those far away are my true friends. I just wish I could reach them.
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The Tigress, The Witch, and The Broken One
Non-FictionA journal that tells a tale of love most poison, choices most hazardous, heart most damaged