Extra: Pages from the diary of Wesley Jones
I've been having these really weird dreams lately. I see myself in a meadow full of flowers, Trees surround it and the sky is clear. This is all very weird for the kid from London that I am.
What's weirder is that I have wings, wings! And I can fly! The wings are made of three metal finger-like struts with leather stretched between them.
Soon I am reduced to a child again flying, souring and turning in great circles.
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Found out from my mum that we are moving in a few weeks. To some pokey little town called Forks. Guess the name spoons was taken.
I looked it up on the internet. It has a population of a meagre 3,120 compared to good old London's 7,556,900. It's rainy and deep in the woodlands, perfect setting for a vampire novel.
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Had that dream last night again. This time when I was in the air I heard a deep echoing voice tell me that "Your life is more important than you realise."
Vague prophesy heavy on the reverb but hold the clarification please. Sounds like some kind of lame fantasy story.
God is that the time? I should be packing!
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On the plane now, check in was hell. Not that I expected anything else.
Never did like planes but at least this one had some H-O-T stewardess'. Not the super-skinny kind, like on films or Britney in that music video. My type was never that, I always liked girls with an appetite, not like really fat but with meat on their bones.
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Still awake. This plane is full of snorers, loud snorers. The only ones awake were me and that stewardess. Oh and hopefully the pilot.
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Most. Awesome. Flight. Ever. That stewardess came over and asked if I couldn't sleep and when I said I couldn't she wanted to know if she could do anything.
Now the stewardess' weren't super-models like in films but they did have quite revealing uniforms. The whole conversation I could see right down her top.
I told her that I always had trouble getting to sleep, just like L.
When she asked if that was the funny guy from Death Note I almost had a heart attack. She went on to explain that her friend was really into manga and told her all about it. She said the two of us would get along really well.
Too bad they both lived back in the UK. Damn my mum deciding to move.
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Been in Forks for 10 mins and I already hate it. It's rainy and miserable and shopping that isn't food or camping related has to be done in Seattle and that was like 3 hours away! There was nothing to do here and the hot girl population was like zero at best!
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Sorry I haven't written in a few months but I keep having that dream every night and my head is really fuzzy. Every so often I get a feeling I should be somewhere, see a place in my head and I am compelled to go there.
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I don't know how I'm writing this I just know I am. The thing is I am dead. The compulsion took to somewhere where I met a girl called Bella and we got together. Soon we were visiting her mum after being together for a year and I had to tell her mum was moving us back home and I could see she was upset. I got up and started to dance around on the edge of the cliff we were sat on trying to cheer her up and the voice in my head started again "jump" it said and I did. I couldn't stop myself.
Freya put the diary down even as the words continued to appear on the page and looked over from the branch at the boy floating in space, wings protruding from his back. "He was being manipulated." She sighed. "Worst think about this gig."
Yeah some more on Wesley's death and some of his personality. The manipulation and stuff will be explained later.