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 Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 12:00 am
Entry I
Beginnings are always the most difficult to write. I suppose I should begin by introducing myself. My name is Jessee. At the time of this writing, I'm 19 years young. My hair is of ebony color, and my eyes are as red as wine.
I suppose I'll cut to what one would consider interesting. My entire bloodline is 'cursed'. You see, our ancestor, who's name we have not spoken of for a long time, made a 'deal with the devil'. He damned us all for the sake of revenge. Well, I shouldn't say us all. One specifically. In all honesty, the only ill effect it has on us is the 'image'.
Many people know of the black cat's curse. Though, more and more grow to believe it as a fairy tale. Which is understandable, considering we've learned how to disguise our image. At least, my Father and I did.
I could talk about how I feel about that all day, but the whole reason I started to write in this journal has yet to be written.
You see, my best friend died a few days ago. Atticus...
I don't really want to go into the details of what happened... But, it was my fault. I know this. I've lied about plenty of things in my life... But I will not lie about my guilt.
A week before his death, he and I had discussed many things. Remember that curse I mentioned? Well, I might as well be the flint in the fire that'll ignite everything. I'm the 12th of the generation. The next child in the bloodline is... To put it simply, damned.
Atticus was worried about this. He knew me pretty well.. Knew that I had a taste for the world and all it's wonders. Told me I should probably stay celibate.
I told him that I'd castrate myself before I brought about the apocalypse. Though... I don't think I was being truthful, honestly. Why should the world condemn me to a life without any enjoyment? What did I do?
C'mon. It couldn't hurt to... Y'know. At least do it once, right?
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 5:18 pm
Entry II
This entry is three weeks after the first. I never said I'd be constant about this "recording of my thoughts" type thing. I've been a busy man, after all. Busy doing what? Oh, traveling places. Meeting new people. Y'know how that goes. Makes you loose track of time. The booze doesn't really help either, I suppose.
Actually, I should probably get away from the city for awhile. As much as she beckons me, the people inside her don't. Especially with my lack of money right now.
As much as I miss Atticus, he was the one who really kept me from 'living'. For reasons I'd already mentioned. I won't loose grip with his warnings though. I just want to have fun, you know? That's all. A little fun.
Sure is lonely, though.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 5:32 pm
Entry III
Another two weeks have passed. I've gotta say, the forest is a frightening place at first. Not necessarily in a physical aspect...
But it plays tricks on you.
I could've sworn I saw Atticus standing over me one night. Mouthing something. I think it was... "Don't do it."
Don't do what? Sleep? Breathe? Live? What am I doing?
Hahaa, see? I'm talking like he was really there. There's probably some booze left in my system.
Anyways, I dunno how much longer I'll be staying out here. I was kinda hoping to run across someone, y'know? I'm no hunter, that's for sure. City slicker for life, I suppose. Been eating berries for a few days now. My stomach isn't too appreciative.
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