September 30, 2008
A lot went down yesterday and I can't stop thinking about it. I killed someone. My only defense is that he and his friends were trying to...well, you know. That, and I don't even remember doing it. The sick part is, a part of me wants to smile at the image of the busted skull, at my work of bloody art. I cringe at myself. I talked to Coulson about these feelings and he didn't know how to respond.
I'm scared. He told me that S.H.I.E.L.D. and the CIA are going to put me on trial. Not only that, but it's being filmed on TV. Phil (he's letting me call him that when no one is around) told me S.H.I.E.L.D. tried everything to keep them from deciding that, but CIA is allowing the press to film and do a story on it. I'll be all over national television. And in two days, everyone in the world will see me for what I've done. Phil said that there are just some things S.H.I.E.L.D. can't control.
I guess I'm one of those things, too
