Entry 1: Journey to the new world
When I realised what I had just said, I cringed a little mentally. I had told the fuckface that if he needed to talk, I am here. Why, oh why? There was a reason I did not want to befriend this guy, still is. I do not really need one more person in my life to care about when the world is coming to an end, do I?
Why do I keep doing this to myself? It is like I can not stop my tongue! It just runs and runs and runs while my head is up there like "Oi! Shut up mate! Quiet time! Go to sleep or something!". It is like an unruly child!
No, Desmond was just meant to be Subject 17. Numbers and all, no letters. Subject 17... and then he became Miles, then Desmond, now Des... Jeez, what did I do to deserve this? What?
Ugh, no! Then he turned all smiley, looking at me appreciatively like we had just bonded as men or something. Quick, do something, tell him you need to get back to work! That will work because that is true! Good, he went away. So, yes... back to opening this door I have no clue how to open, and probably ca not be opened without the key.
AN: Sorry for possible grammar and spelling mistakes. English is my second language.
