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 Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 9:22 pm
▷▷▷Olleh Journal!
▷▷Diary Entry Toddler
Lots of things been gniog ons heres. Amam and Apap say the hoomans aren't as grumpies anymores but Apap stills doesn't wants to takes us outside the meta place. I adnik annaw knows whats out theres though. Not all hoomans are bads though. Amam says lots of um are Amams and Apaps to other metas....
I wonders how that skrow...
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 9:22 pm
▷▷▷Missed tuo
▷▷Diary Entry Toddler
Sis got to go to the park todays with Apap. Maded friends she saids. Bmud me was nappins and now I donts have friends and Sis does. Oh wells. Prolly no ones wanna be friends with mes anyways, but that's okays. I have Sis and Amam and Apap and a bigbig family. I have lots to play with!
Stol...
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 7:48 pm
▷▷▷Am I nekorb broken?
▷▷Diary Entry Child
I mess up sdrow words a lot. Apparently I did it a tol lot as a little dik kid, but they depoh hoped I would grow out of it, but I haven't yet....
Altair moved to the smrod dorms. She's home a lot but not as often as she was. She likes doing her own gniht thing, always has. Probably for the best. She's super smart, she doesn't need to hang around a ymmud dummy like me who can't klat talk right anyway.
I don't want to leave emoh home now. I don't wanna try and ekam make friends. They'd just laugh ta at me anyways.
I leef feel broken....I wonder if I can be dexif fixed?
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 7:18 pm
▷▷▷Numb
▷▷Solo Entry Child
Kindle clung to herself, shaking. She would have been crying if she had the will to do so, but one could only cry so much before running out of tears, so she just shook, even though her body ached. She dug her nails into her legs, though felt nothing, but she never really did feel anything and had never been injured enough to realize that it might be a bad thing. Right now all she could focus on was herself and how worthless she felt.
She was broken. She couldn’t talk right, couldn’t write right, and now Altair had grown into a teen while she was still stunted as a child. They were twins, they should have grown at the same time, but Altair was now practically a grown up, and it made talking to her hard now. She had no one to confide in any longer.
Her mother and father worried it was her wanting to lock herself away from the world that stunted the growth. While they hated to admit to it (especially Deskri who hated almost any type of social interaction) as meta’s it always felt like getting out and talking to people seemed to spur their growth spurts. Kindle would have none of it. She didn’t want to be made fun of, and the only way she could avoid that was to never be seen.
So she hid in her room. Amused herself with puzzles and games that she felt she could no longer do with her older sister. But it hurt her to be alone, and this conflict of interests, of wanting to have someone to talk to and the fear of having that someone not enjoy her worthless company tore her apart. She wanted to disappear, to be forgotten by everyone and never be a bother again.
She picked up a pencil and twirled it in her fingers, wanting to focus on anything else, but the thoughts of hate and sorrow seeped back into her mind. Her face was hot with rage, rage at her own dumb self. Without thinking she clutched the pencil and with all her might thrust it downward.
The target was supposed to be her bed, but it missed, and was now buried deep into her other hand. She watched as the warm blood began to ooze its way out of the new wound and puddle in her palm. Strange. Shouldn’t this hurt? But she felt nothing save for the fact that there was a pencil in her hand. She stood herself up and moved herself to the living room where her parents were to ask them about it.
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She sat on the bench in the doctor’s office, face devoid of emotions. There were so many questions asked and tests performed she had become drained. Her parents were on either side of her, and even Altair, who had been injured in a fight with a possessed human had come down to see her. One of the doctors looked at papers on a clipboard, flipping through, occasionally looking at the family, then back at the papers.
“She can’t feel pain,” he said suddenly. Her father asked what he meant by that. The doctor shrugged. “She can’t feel pain. If there was a medical reasoning behind it I can’t tell you. It’s a supernatural resistance that has twisted itself from your own issues with pain. You translate it differently; she just doesn't translate at all.” She could see what little color he had fade from his face.
She stared at her now bandaged hand and poked where she knew the wound was at. Nothing. She pinched her cheek really hard. Still nothing. She screamed and slammed her hand against the bench, and still felt nothing. She curled up and started to sob.
She truly was broken.
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