Chapter One: A Journal Scrap
If you find this journal one of two things has happened to me. A. I have finally lost my mind, and you will find me lying in the gutter drooling. B. Dead, the dark truth was true, and I couldn't stop them.
I've always asked myself two questions. Why did God choose me for this task? Why did he want me to see such things? I feel as if I will never understand his ways. My life has always been such small line between sanity and losing my own damn mind. Then yet, would my life be as interesting if this didn't happen to me? I don't really give a damn anymore. What happens, happens.
This all started since I was younger, except the monsters under my bed were real. You have no fucking idea what it's like to find out that your invisible childhood friend is actually your guardian angel who thinks it's humorous to talk to you on the human level of existence. Damn Gabriel. That angel always had it in for me. Angels have that way with humans. They think they can pull the strings of humans for their own purposes. Though, if they are ever found out, they can have their wings clipped. Hah. Constantine had the right idea, we are meant to be damned, even though we are the front men for God.
My name is Mary-Anne. I am a fucking human that can't do fucking shit. I feel so useless, and don't have anything close to the shit that bastard Constantine knows. We both are fucked and he should have understood that. Both being pulled in strange directions and yeah, I choose to be normal. Wrong again.
I am twenty-two years old. I'm a damn kid. I have more scars on my mind then a damn vet.
…Damn they've fucking found me again. I think this time. I'm fucked.
