October 15th, 2012
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sweetlittleorphanI'm barely holding myself together. No one has connected me to what happened to Coraline but I feel, I know, that there are those who will connect me to it no matter that no evidence is found. From what I hear, the annoying twit is recovering, but without memory of my attack she is no threat to me. Yet. At some point, something will need to be done in case her memory returns. I'm certain Rachel suspects something. I think at this point, she would blame me if a thunderstorm started at a bad time. I don't mind that, the more paranoid she is, the less people will take her seriously, but I try to avoid her all the same. Next time, I'll use more than a loose step to deal with her.
But it has me on edge.
And now this. I can't say I regret what's happened, and I really wouldn't have planned it this way, but the opportunity's presented itself. Steve should have known better than to be in my room, looking around at things, perhaps trying to find something wrong? I hide things too well for him to find them so easily, the floor-boards are fit very well, but there is enough in there to make me look very... un-child-like. But the fight we had has been worth it. We've been circling around it for long enough, I guess, even Danny's noticed that Steve and I don't exactly get along and despite his many, many attempts at getting us closer I've resisted. So has he, I think. And now we've had it out. It doesn't matter what started it or exactly why it started. What's important is how it ended.
I still can't believe he pushed me. Yes, I did push at him first, but he grabbed me and pushed me away and now I have everything I need.
Steve's disappeared, stormed off to who knows where. So long as Danny comes back first, I'll have what I want. I look at the tools available to me and I take a deep breath. This is going to hurt, but it will ensure that Steve is gone for good. I clench the towel between my teeth and bite down as I tighten the clamp on my arm. Tighter and tighter and tighter until I feel the bright snap as the bone breaks. I scream, but the towel catches it and as the first wave passes over me, I have to fight to stay conscious.
I work through the pain, putting everything away exactly where I found it. My arm is screaming at me, but the only concession I allow myself is some ice from the icechest to put on my arm while I read in my bedroom. I hear footsteps in the hut and I hold my breath until I head Danny calling out to see who's home.
Perfect.
"Daddy, Daddy! I'm hurt, please come!"
But it has me on edge.
And now this. I can't say I regret what's happened, and I really wouldn't have planned it this way, but the opportunity's presented itself. Steve should have known better than to be in my room, looking around at things, perhaps trying to find something wrong? I hide things too well for him to find them so easily, the floor-boards are fit very well, but there is enough in there to make me look very... un-child-like. But the fight we had has been worth it. We've been circling around it for long enough, I guess, even Danny's noticed that Steve and I don't exactly get along and despite his many, many attempts at getting us closer I've resisted. So has he, I think. And now we've had it out. It doesn't matter what started it or exactly why it started. What's important is how it ended.
I still can't believe he pushed me. Yes, I did push at him first, but he grabbed me and pushed me away and now I have everything I need.
Steve's disappeared, stormed off to who knows where. So long as Danny comes back first, I'll have what I want. I look at the tools available to me and I take a deep breath. This is going to hurt, but it will ensure that Steve is gone for good. I clench the towel between my teeth and bite down as I tighten the clamp on my arm. Tighter and tighter and tighter until I feel the bright snap as the bone breaks. I scream, but the towel catches it and as the first wave passes over me, I have to fight to stay conscious.
I work through the pain, putting everything away exactly where I found it. My arm is screaming at me, but the only concession I allow myself is some ice from the icechest to put on my arm while I read in my bedroom. I hear footsteps in the hut and I hold my breath until I head Danny calling out to see who's home.
Perfect.
"Daddy, Daddy! I'm hurt, please come!"
