adoption: dated June 4th, 2012
Jun. 3rd, 2012 01:17 amTwo days. They have been looking for me for two days and for two days I've been hiding. I needed to, this place, it is so strange, and the woman - the one who looks like Kate, but isn't Kate. It was enough to make me feel the tightening of the jacket around my wrists and neck. But two days later I feel better. As better as I can.
The bottle of vodka I found the first day helped, but I have not had any since that first night. It isn't wise. I have found clothing. In an apartment, apparently a little girl lived there who was my size. Her mother had cosmetics, and a few other things I might make use of later. Pretty things. Adult things. Things I miss when I'm playing my parts.
I'm keeping the blood-stained clothes. I can't guarantee they won't be found as the woman searches for me, and sooner or later I may find use for them. I can certainly use the hammer again now that I've cleaned it. It is good for prying open locked doors and passages. This place is like a deserted city. An old one, but a deserted one. I miss John, else I would try to stay, but I miss him. I need my Daddy John. Or another Daddy.
But I do not trust the woman. Too much like Kate. And Russian. I do not trust that at all. Opening a door off of a street, I enter the building I've been calling my home. It is a warehouse of sort, I've opened crates of everything from canned food to children's toys. I took a bear, it will make me seem like a child when I allow myself to be found, and it's in the bag with my other things.
Now I just need to find someone who isn't that woman.
The bottle of vodka I found the first day helped, but I have not had any since that first night. It isn't wise. I have found clothing. In an apartment, apparently a little girl lived there who was my size. Her mother had cosmetics, and a few other things I might make use of later. Pretty things. Adult things. Things I miss when I'm playing my parts.
I'm keeping the blood-stained clothes. I can't guarantee they won't be found as the woman searches for me, and sooner or later I may find use for them. I can certainly use the hammer again now that I've cleaned it. It is good for prying open locked doors and passages. This place is like a deserted city. An old one, but a deserted one. I miss John, else I would try to stay, but I miss him. I need my Daddy John. Or another Daddy.
But I do not trust the woman. Too much like Kate. And Russian. I do not trust that at all. Opening a door off of a street, I enter the building I've been calling my home. It is a warehouse of sort, I've opened crates of everything from canned food to children's toys. I took a bear, it will make me seem like a child when I allow myself to be found, and it's in the bag with my other things.
Now I just need to find someone who isn't that woman.