Disclaimer: I do not own the story-line or any of the characters from Ginger Snaps, Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed, or Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning.
Baxter
I heard howls again last night. No one even notices the noise anymore, and at least the howls were muffled, one benefit of staying in the basement. Plus neither Ging or I want to deal with Pat. Avoiding her most of the day makes things easier. Her and dad are still going to counseling. I pity the counselor.
People are still trying to figure out what the Beast of Bailey Downs really is. That's why there was so much noise last night. It struck again. It got Baxter, Mrs. Wilorson's dog. I guess the kid found it, he had blood on his face when I was out front dragging the extension around for some shit Ginger wanted. The stupid kids on the street went on with their stupid little hockey game as if nothing happened with Baxter. It's getting to be too much of a normal thing in Bailey Downs.
Speaking of Ginger, she can't seem to make up her mind. Last week she was sure she wanted to slit her wrists, but now she's decided more on throat. She thinks I should hang. I don't know, wrist and throat are too messy, if anything, I'd rather hang. But I get it, she loves the adrenaline rush you feel with the cold steel blade against your wrist, biting the skin but not quite breaking through. It's a hard feeling to match. I know she thinks I'm being a wimp about it, but she's so calm about death. I know our pact, "out by sixteen or dead on the scene, but together forever"…but the thought of all those people staring at me, and I know they'll laugh. And I won't be able to stand up for myself. It'd be typical, die to be different, yet people laughing at you and humiliating you when it's not supposed to be possible to do so anymore. I want to forget the pact, we were only eight, but she won't, and I won't let her go alone. Ginger's got a bunch of ideas for our last moments. She promised me nothing cliché. She's so creative with these things, we're working on a project for school, and she's come up with the best ideas.
I need to get more of the fake gore and shit for Ging, she said she needed it a while ago. Mrs. Wilorson is still wailing away on her front yard about Baxter, holding Jimmy close. I think someone called the cops, maybe they can shut her up.