Chapter 36

Journal Entry for Thursday February 12, 1998

I'm up late again, so I figure, hey, I might as well do a journal entry. After all, I have to go see Dr. Elliot (aka my damn psychiatrist) tomorrow, and I need another entry after…the horrible accident that happened to Tuesday's.

Speaking of which, I told mom about the money. I told her it was something that he and Wilson did as a surprise gift. She bought it, although I saw her outside grilling Wilson later on. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Tell her that dad had a secret Swiss bank account? As far as I know, dad has never even been to Switzerland.

I'm still thinking about what I should do with the money. Save it to use to pay for college? Maybe buy something for mom? I don't know. Whatever I do, I probably shouldn't put it in a bank account, because that kind of money would draw a lot of the wrong kind of attention, and I don't particularly want government agents asking questions.

I do think grandma knows something about…what happened to Tuesday's journal entry. She was asking some questions earlier, but I didn't say anything. Not after…

Who am I telling this to anyway? Oh I don't guess it really matters.

Maybe I should just get back to why I'm up at 1:27 in the morning. I was in that half sleep state, where you can still hear things, and you're somewhat conscious, but you're still asleep at the same time. I swear I heard a man say "Hello?" That brought me out of the world of sleep into the waking world. I've been trying for the past forty five minutes to get back to sleep. Finally, I just gave up. I don't know if I'll be able to get any more sleep this morning or not. That voice, it was unlike anything I've ever heard before. It sounded…like a ghost's voice almost. It was soft, faint, soothing, and over all other-worldly. It freaked me out too much to feel comfortable closing my eyes again; at least for tonight.

My nose has been doing fairly well over the past couple days. It hasn't bled but once, which is good, for more than one reason. I guess since it's bled so much over the past however many months, it's really starting to get sore on the inside, so now, in addition to being disgusting and just a general pain in the butt when it bleeds, it hurts, too. It feels like someone poured an entire bottle of lighter fluid in there and then stuck a lit match up my nostril. Honestly, it hurts more than it did after it was cauterized.

I guess that's all that's new for right now.

-Randy

A/N: Okay, I'll admit. I'm getting desperate for ideas for this story. It's not that I don't have big ideas, I just need smaller ones to get me to the bigger ideas. The way things look right now, it doesn't look like RT is going to make it 100 chapters. Therefore, I'm lowering my goal to around 50. (It's still a lot more than I ever thought I'd wind up writing when I started writing this story on April 20. Then I thought I'd do good to write 15 chapters).

Please R&R, and if you have any ideas, any at all, feel free to let me know what they are. If I decide to use yours, then I'll give you credit in the author's note.

Thanks for reading, if in fact there's anyone still reading this.

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor