Post by ~Amber~ on May 30, 2011 18:43:14 GMT -5
March 3rd 1863
I’m scared, they locked me away only two nights ago. It’s the most scary place I’ve seen in the few years I’ve been alive to see the death of the human race that seems to be taking over them. It’s easy to remember what they have done to me, but it’s what I wish to forget. The spiked whips, rusted chains, branding me like I’m a livestock animal, the pain to the ones given to me before they threw me down here still remain, I can still feel my heart beat so quickly at the thought of them coming back down here to hurt me once again………….the next time I see them may be the last. Everyone else that I’d held dear, every last one of my race is dead, shall I be next?
May 10th 1863
Alone, still no one has come but it’s still cold with out the sun I don’t understand……what did I do to deserve this from the people I wished to help? I can barely stand writing in this since the last time, looking at it leaves my heart aching.
May 11th 1863
I’ve always wondered why they left me here. Left me here to die. A dying breed of superhuman angels brought on by a loss of people due to sickness these plagues are killing people off like flies. I don’t understand why they came to hate me so much….hate us so much but it has come to this. Our gifts have become a curse instead of a blessing in there eyes. We were the ones who helped them live and now they believe we do different. That we made them die, we killed them, we didn’t kill them, I didn’t kill them. Death has set over my kind, they tortured us, beat us, and killed us. My scars still remain in life….do there’s in death?
May 11th 1963
I’d thought I’d lost this, along with every memory of that day, but sadly seems it has all came flooding back the moment I laid eyes on this journal. It’s a curse I think but writing is the only thing that keeps me sane, I’m hoping that someday I’ll find my way out of here, back into the world I belong hopefully back into a world where no one remembers our story. A world where I can live without a killer on my door step……..maybe even love
