Wednesday, October 16 (5 days before)
Was that really love? Or was I lying to myself? God, WHY DO YOU HATE ME!
The meeting was horrible. I was bombarded with questions about my bruises and cuts on my face. "I fell down the stairs again." "I'm fine, really. I can barely feel them." "It's fine. I already made sure that nothing will get infected." "I'll try not to fall down so much. I'm just so clumsy that I can't help it." I said these so many times over that I can't get them out of my head.
My human knee was damaged beyond repair. I asked Mai to try to fix it, but there was nothing even she could do. I couldn't support my weight on it anymore, it just hurt too bad.
Roy wouldn't speak to me for the rest of the day yesterday. The only thing he said to me was "Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't mention me. Got it?" I only half heard what she said, but I still nodded in recognition.
My life is ending as I write this. Am I just going to give up, or save Roy and I?