11:44 P.M.

i'm stupid. so stupid. really stupid. i can't even begin to say how stupid i am.

yeah, you know where i'm writing at, mister laptop? i'm writing here, with the rest of my jurnal entries from years ago before i found the house. but i'm not writing from the house. i'm writing from my old house. you're so stupid, mister laptop with your stupid journal entries...gosh, i was so pathetic back then. i didn't have any friends and i sound pretty crazy and dumb, don't i? always talking about those people at school and my parents and how lonely i was.

...i haven't really changed much, have i?



Hearing sounds outside the door of her old house, she quickly saved the short document on to her computer diary and shoved the laptop back under her bed. She waited, waited. One minute, two, three. Five minutes. Ten, fifteen.

Nothing. No one entered her room, not her mother, her father, Angel, Jeremiah, Nolan, Dai--

She shook her head. There she went again, thinking those stupid little thoughts that someone would actually come and rescue her from her own stupidity. Those thoughts had become more frequent lately though half of them she forced to the back of her mind. Why make her capture worse?

Wincing, she rolled on to her side and stared at the faded glow in the dark stars on the wall next to her and held her stomach. That was just one more thing to worry about: the babies and me. Me and the babies. It's not only my survival here. Like many other thoughts, she pushed that to the back of her head and replaced it with another thought: what babies? They're gone, all thanks to...

Her dad? Hardly. It was her fault. Her mother had told her--WARNED her--what was going to happen and yet she didn't believe it. Now they were gone and it was all her goddamn fault. No one else did a single thing.

Her thoughts lazily drifted back to the house. It was kind of odd, usually she was there and aware of most everything that was happening but, now that she was in a completely different place, she couldn't help but wonder what everyone else was doing. Were they going about their lives as they normally would, was someone trying to pick a fight again, what? She didn't know and, as far as she was concerned, never would.

Just one last thing to worry about.

She rolled over again, but the small box that she had received from Jeremiah kept her from actually getting somewhat comfortable. She pulled it out of the hoodie pocket and stared at it for a while, her eyes pooling over, before she clutched the box to her chest and slowly, very slowly, drifted to sleep.


<sub>((ooc: BAUGH THIS SUCKS AND I'M TIRED AND I WRITE WEIRDLY WHEN I'M TIRED. eA e I'm probably going to wake up later and go, "Holy hell what was I thinking." Anyway, have this. NO the babies aren't dead for those that are wondering. ;;A ;; I should probably explain more, but I'm tired and I will tomorrow. -w -

-rolls to sleep-))</sub>