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I can hear them screaming; Dione Castel ([info]audiomorbid) wrote,
@ 2008-09-16 18:26:00
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October 1st 2007

TRANSLATION

October 1, 2007

This place scares me a little. I don't know what to expect. Vampires, werewolves, and extraspecial humans, all here in one place existing together. I feel very, very small and defenseless. I'm not special. I'm just me. Same little me who survived when others didn't and shouldn't have. Why did Mom and Dad have to die? Everyone around me, dead. Everyone that I've ever known , gone. I don't have any tears left to cry over the whole thing. I miss everything that my life used to be.

I've been invited to a dinner party. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. I do find that I like Dr. Wyatt and really do want to accept his invitation, but Dexter really doesn't like the idea of me going to such a thing with a person who could possibly be dangerous to me. Honestly, I don't see him as being a possible danger any more than the rest of the people here. He doesn't seem all that dangerous to me. It [page 2] wouldn't surprise me in the least if this was brought on by him being jealous of someone else being interested in me. He's always been like that. A little afraid of the idea of me finding someone away from him.

I'm going to accept the invitation and go to this party. Maybe I'll see some of the others that I've meet. I think I would like to see Dante again. There's no telling. Either way, I'm going to a party. Such a departure from routine.


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