Dear
Diary,
I
can’t really figure out what I’m doing. Everything I start doing seems to fall
apart or turn to shit. Maybe that’ the gift of being a hunter. Any connection
you have to the world will eventually turn to fire and burn you. I just want to
hold on to something and know it won’t fade or disappear. I want to cling to
the last threads of my old life.
I’ve
worked pretty hard to make sure Vincent doesn’t remember what happened and to
give him a chance to be a normal human teenager. Why bring him into this world?
He’s better off and so am I, I guess. But I miss him. I don’t know if I’ll ever
stop loving him.
At
school, I started up the Teens Need Truth group. I don’t know what to do with
them, really, but I guess the first meeting is on Friday. Red Cap asked me what
he could do to help. I honestly think that he’s as lost as I am and just needs
someone. Maybe he wanted that someone to be Ardath, but our resident jack ass
is only interested in himself. Or at least I thought so until Vincent.
I
feel bad for Red Cap. I freed him and he’s still just slightly empty. Whether
the others understand him or not doesn’t matter, because part of me does. The
fact that Leanne showed up at school though really pissed me off. She has no
right to be there. Her presence has just done so much damage and she’s hurt
Israel so much. I don’t care what Chantel says.
Chantel.
My best friend. I feel like we’re worlds apart now. There’s more to her and
less of her now. She’s changed but I can’t describe how. I just know it’s
something I’m not going to like. She made an announcement at school about
supernaturals behaving themselves at school and there was a meeting in the
radio room. No one seemed pleased. There were some arguments about who should
be in charge. I want to believe in Chantel, but I just feel like she’s gonna do
her old show of making things worse before they get better. She likes to
complicate things. But I don’t know what to do. I know she won’t listen to me
and I’m out of words.
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