I haven’t written in a few days, so I suppose I should… try and get my thoughts in order.
Mom died. They got her. I did… I tried to save her, but in the end, I couldn’t do a thing. I could never repay her for… everything she did for me. Now, I never will. Nor… will I ever learn for sure what secrets she was keeping from me. I know there were a fair few. I… can’t remember much from before we went on the run. I can’t remember anything clearly. I was too young for that. Then again, I sometimes wonder if that’s for the best.
I have to move forward on my own. I have to keep moving.
The others, Miss Wendy, Miss Anna and Mr. Rodrick, they came to my aid. I don’t want to trouble them further, but it seems that they won’t let me leave now. I could run, but I know that they’re just doing it because they worry about me. To be honest, I don’t think it’s me that they should be worried about.
My body has been acting strange since then. The injuries I took back then healed within an hour. I feel… something has changed in me, but I don’t know or understand what it is.
All I know, is that I want to make them pay for what they did to her.
We came to Portland. Miss Wendy asked me to help her construct her wall again. Luckily, I made some detailed notes before, so I was able to help. I admit, my heart wasn’t in it. I… haven’t been able to sleep very well since then. Every time I try, I hear her screaming as she died… I can only hope that the memory will fade with time.
We came up with a plan to infiltrate the Disciples’ stronghold here. I offered to be the one to do it. They objected, but they couldn’t argue with the fact that I was the most logical choice to play the part. I didn’t even have to tell them that I have practice with such things already.
They’re building an army of puppets. Unfortunately, we won’t be able to do anything about it.
After I did what I was supposed to, and more, we returned to the place we were staying, but we were attacked by Miss Anna’s bike. We destroyed it together, though Miss Anna did most of the work. She wasn’t happy about it. That’s for sure.
Yet, she used some kind of power, or magic. I have… a bad feeling about it.
In the end, we’re on the run once more. I wonder… will we ever be able to stop?