Angela

well.. i guess there's not much for me to say.. i never really did have anything important to talk about. t-they.. they wouldn't listen anyway.. would they..

just.. mn.

i don't want to be in the way, like all those other times when i was there and in the way. she told me and he did too unless he wanted something and after he took and took and took i was in the way again and dirtier than usual. funny, that. that was when i'd have to scrub it off but like all things, when they're too dirty they're just stained. even though they can't see them. i think they pretend not to see the dirt sometimes but they really can and i know what they're thinking.

i have to get to the safe place. i don't want to be a problem..

i've fallen out of the place.. the hell place. i still hear him but not like before and there aren't as many sounds that sound like the times when staying quiet was best. not supposed to scream but then i did and LOOK what happened after..

...after..

this is after. and it's no longer the town but it's still.. i don't like it. it smells like it could hurt even though there's no him in the walls and in the air. i need the special key to false freedom... the one that took daddy's soul. it was taken from me.. it is me but... i want it back.

fire isn't here. i don't want to be here...