Monday 5th, August, 96
WHAT. THE. F##k
Where did she come from? Why is she here? Hasn't this blasted town taken enough from her?!
Ok, I should probably specify. I was finishing up my shift, only about 20-30 minutes left before I would be replaced by the evening shift guard. Haven't seen the new guy anywhere, but that's beside the point.
The business was dead. Nobody came to the restaurant for what seems like forever. I took the chance to look around, still no signs of HIM or the music box fellow. Then, I see this gal going up to pirates cove.
Normally I wouldn't care much, it was still quite a while before THEY would wake up and take control. I know from experience. I even timed it once. THEY only seem to be in control for six hours after midnight. One minute more and they just go back to thes stage, and the bodies take over, back to singing those same stupid songs they sang for the last 10 years (to be honest if I was forced to do that I would also want to murder someone).
As I said, normally I wouldn't care. But, I still need a paycheck at the end of the day. And the guys upstairs already want me out of their hair, so I sure as hell won't give them any more reasons.
So I go there, try to scare her away. But she ain't listening to me. She just kept staring. I mean, nothing new really out of the ordinary, I do look like a bloody corpse at times (the job ain't doing any favors for my looks). I don't mind, it makes it less likely to pay attention to me.
But the chick kept staring, and then she said my name.
And then I recognized her.
She didn't change that much in all reality, probably would've recognized her quicker if I paid more attention.
Same brown hair, hazelnut eyes, round face. She even still has the scar that she got after we tried to make our own robot. Small, bonnie-looking lad. Puberty definitely hit her like a truck when it comes to some...""features"".
But again, why is she here?!
And it's not like I could've asked. As soon as I realized who I was talking to, I bolted out of the pizzeria and ran straight home. Maybe it shows a lack of manners, but I am only half-brit. And besides, I don't want ANYONE to know I'm here.
Especially her.
Truth be told, I missed her a lot. But I doubt she'll ever want to talk to me again, once she finds out what I did to HIM.
I wish...I wish things were different. I wish I never...did it to HIM. Maybe I would be normal. Maybe I would not live in a shitty little apartment. Maybe I would have a job I actually like. Maybe I could simply go up to her and catch up over coffee or..something.
But I can't, I don't deserve it. Not until I can free THEM.
Guess I'll just have to end my shifts early for the foreseeable future, huh?
Well, that's enough scribbles for today. "The Immortal and the Restless" is on, and I gotta unwind after all the crap from today.