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Chapter 11
14/2/2010 5:57am
Journal,
I found Nana coughing up a storm with a hot forehead and the thermometer was screaming she was ill. I had a feeling she was faking it but considering it was today I decided it let it slide. I have to go to school, no matter how much I wanted to stay with her,
At least Nana was helpful before I left. She made sure I didn't forget anything for school. We had breakfast together as normal before she went to bed. I'm jotting this down quickly before I leave though.
Yesterday, on the way back from her class, I saw many shops getting ready for opening. Way too much pink in each of the windows for my tastes but it did remind me of something.
It's Valentine's day. I should get her something. Maybe some chocolates... but say they were brotherly obligation. I think Nana faked her illness so she didn't have to go to school and receive nothing...
I should definitely get her something. She'll like it.
Damn, I'm going to be late for school now.
-Popo
14/2/2010 7:56am
Journal,
Well well well. I came home to retrieve my missing homework that I left on my desk this morning and what do I find but Nana reading you? She was faking illness so she could check out your secrets, eh? I was sure she wouldn't find you, but I should have known better when she found my... special stash of manga before. So you told your secrets to her, did you, Journal?
Don't worry, I'm not angry with you. It's not your fault your so readable. But I can't believe Nana would violate my privacy like that.
But she knows now.
What I did.
To Marth,
and Peach,
and Marth's friends.
She was on the last page when I found her. My bedroom door wide open, my things thrown about the place, and Nana reading my journal with her back towards me. When I saw that, my heart dropped into my stomach. I was so afraid because now she knows the truth.
But it's going to be ok.
I got you back, didn't I?
And Nana is taken care of.
DON'T WORRY! I didn't hurt her. At all. Just tied her up and sat her on the couch.
I don't have the heart to kill her. Even after all this I'm not going to be like one of those psychos on the television that eventually go crazy enough to kill the person they love to make them theirs forever. I simply can't harm Nana with these hands. I can't. I love her, don't I? That's why I killed Marth after his little act. And then to protect her from that I killed Peach when she knew. And then Marth's friends because they knew. I can't hurt her. I don't want to hurt her. At all. If I hear her scream again like she did when she noticed me behind her, I think my heart with literally break. Everyone can scream and I'll like it, except her. I don't want her to fear me. I want her to love me. I want her to praise me for how I've protected her.
But she doesn't see my work as praise worthy does she? No. She yelled at me. Asked me how I could do something like I did. Truly I don't know how I could. I'm the one who's always been taken as the gentle, quiet type. But it's like they say I guess, the quiet ones are the ones who snap like a twig. But I'm not broken completely in half. I guess I'm a stronger twig.
But now Nana knows about my feelings toward her doesn't she? Yeah. I wrote all those feelings on your first page, and she was on the last when I found her. How does she feel about that? If I ask her, will she tell me? Or just yell at me again?
The house is so quiet. I don't even hear Nana struggling with the bungee cords anymore... I couldn't find anything but those in the shed. All the ropes are old and would break easily. I can't have Nana getting away from me. But I can't kill her either. What to do. What to do.
I think... I need to run away. Far away. Maybe I could calm Nana down enough and she would want to go with me.
That's a unreachable dream, isn't it?
It isn't fair. Why'd it have to end this way? Though... it's not entirely over is it?
It's gotta come down to one.
It's either gonna be me, or Nana.
Wait. No. I can run off by myself. I don't need Nana with me, though it would be nice. I'll miss her everyday of my life, but the way she is right now, I think she'll tell on me if I stay. The police, or Zelda... Mum and Link... Dad (Why am I still bothering with these titles?). Even telling some random stranger is dangerous. Either way this turns out, I'm stuck without Nana.
Unless God wants to give me a miracle. I'd very much appreciate it... hint... hint.
The sure thing is, journal, that wherever I go, I need to take you with me.
I can't have an-
(the sentence is cut off by a large dot of blood)
DUN DUN DUN!
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