Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2011 19:21:18 GMT -5
w e e k o n e
So,I'm thinking - well, that's nothing new, is it? Isn't that all I do anymore - think? I guess it would normally be reading - but I can't, not anymore. I guess somewhere within this entire hell, one might actually be able to locate books - but not me. You'd think, after being on the run for a matter of years, I would have acquired some street smarts; that I might be able to steal things, or handle a weapon, or fight people off, or hell - just survive... but that was always Devlin's job - the fighting, the manipulating, the keeping us safe. Only I don't know where he is anymore, so who's supposed to keep me safe now? I haven't really got anyone besides myself anymore - nothing to rely on to keep me from being killed, and shifting into a cute, tiny breed of fox isn't much help. I'm alone, and yeah, I'm freaking scared.
In any case, returning to the subject I managed to completely lose, I'm thinking - more than usual, which pretty much equals out to a lot. And I guess, a journal (it's a journal, not a diary, I'm not a girly girl and do you see any dear diary anywhere?) is the best place to record thoughts. Plus, it helps keep track of time in this hellhole. I don't know the date, nor do I know the day of the week - but I could at least know how much time is passing after today. Once a week should do it... but I'm terribly distracted. I'm not usually this distracted - at least, I don't think I am. What I'm thinking about is my siblings, little Violet and older, stoic Devlin. It's not that they're not on my mind all the time - they are, honestly, but today? More than usual. I haven't seen them since I first arrived at the Menagerie - six years ago. I've practically grown up here, and I've looked for them the whole time - and I'm sure they've looked for me, too, and Devlin can fly, so it seems kind of hopeless, you know?
I hope they're alive. I hope they're not maimed or tortured, I hope they're together, and I hope they know I care.
I guess that's enough deep thought reflection and self-updating for the week. Till, later then.
~Cristina Grace Summers
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