'War journal, October 666 (I don't give a fuck anymore). I've been dealing with everlasting bullshit coming my way for the last few years. Nothing but constant pain, endless suffering, a deep well of trauma, and an ABYSS of misery. My life is nothing but a bus ride with occasional pit stops.
That girl, Tiffany Maye, has been too supportive of a lunatic like me. She must REALLY love being committed to a depressed lump of shit like me. Even after her and Audrey found my stash, neither of them called the police on me. It was surprising, to say the least.
Then again, CCPD are a bunch of incompetent bastards. They'd let a pedophile walk free if bribed, yet they'd bust someone like Nora Delrio and give her 2 years for possession. It's awful. It's sick. Pretty sure they knew what Greenseed did to that poor soul who now has to put up with me. They just don't care, which is no surprise.
Where were the police when that perv body-slammed him? Where were the police when that dick Charlie would throw shit across the room, commit arson, or steal shit? They weren't there to protect us.
Regardless, I'm tired of this shit. This constant nightmare I'm living in doesn't get any better. I can try to mask the emotions like in January, but eventually the shit comes back. In fact, masking your emotions and mental illness doesn't help.
But you know what does help? Alcohol. It numbs the pain, helps people forget. I just got back from the liquor store. This shit's alright. Much more effective than anti-depressants or whatever exotic shit Beckman had me on. Still pissed that Tiffany confiscated my cocaine. Need to hit Nora up again and see if she's willing to sell another bag.
Fuck this shit. This battle I'm fighting is much worse than any military action. It's not just a battle of mental illness. It's a war of keeping the sanity. But with Stefano Swire sending his goons to try and dox me, Percy Farrington wanting to get his so-called revenge, and the constant flashbacks from Greenseed, I don't think it's a war that can be won.
I need to get home. Maybe Tiffany can try to cheer us up again. Beckman's supposed to return soon. I am NOT looking forward to it. Damn it, Justin. You need to get your priorities straight...'
JD walked up to the front door of his home. He had another beer in his hand. He was tired, struggling to make sense of what was happening at this point. There was an overload of weight on his shoulders.
As he was about to open the door, he couldn't help but hear muffled voices coming from inside. Audrey wasn't there anymore, as she had found herself a temporary roommate until Nikki was able to fully move in, though he wasn't sure exactly who.
"What the-?" he said, putting his ear up by the door. One voice obviously belonged to Tiffany. But the other he couldn't quite make out. It sounded like a rather feminine person with a country accent.
He listened, seeing what his girlfriend was doing with this random stranger inside of their house.
"Come on, just put it in there." she said, talking to them.
"Aw, can you help me?" they replied, sounding like a little girl.
"I've already helped you enough. You're a big girl, you can do it on your own."
"It's too hard! Can we do it another way?"
"It's easy. Just insert it right there."
"Uh... Where?" the country-sounding voice said, seeming to be confused.
"There. Don't be so difficult. You want me to help you or not? You said this would satisfy you. I'm trying my best here. JD would be ashamed if he saw what I'm doing right now."
Satisfy? Oh God... What are you doing, Tiffany?
"I can't do it, Titty. It's not for me. Maybe I ain't cut out for this."
Justin then bashed open the door, wondering what was going on in his living room.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" he said. Suddenly, he saw Tiffany and another familiar face. It was a light pink-haired girl with revealing clothing and freckles.
"C-Candy?!" he said, surprised to see the stripper from Inna De Poona in his living room sitting with a pencil and paper.
"Oh, hi there, handsome! It's been a while." she said, greeting the somewhat familiar face to her. It was pretty obvious she didn't remember his name after all this time, but at least she had an idea of who he was.
"Y-Yeah. I haven't seen you in almost a year. Good to see you again. Uh, Tiffany? What's she doing here?"
The blondie sat up, realizing that he had no idea that she was in town.
"Nikki invited her to fly out here for a few weeks. She's staying at the apartment until she moves in with Audrey. Sort of like a temporary roommate, I guess."
He nodded, understanding this. So, Candace is in town, eh? Being a placeholder for Audrey. Shit, I almost forgot that Nikki told me she was coming this month.
"So, what was going on in here? It sounded like you two being kinky or some shit." he asked, wondering what the innuendos were all about.
The blondie felt embarrassed, realizing their conversation may have been suggestive out of context.
"Oh, no. I'm just trying to help her with homework." the blondie said, being sort o vague.
"Homework?" he asked, not realizing why Candace was in school.
"Yep! Your girly-friend here is teaching me all sorts of stuff, like spelling. Maybe if I was smart, people would like me more. She was telling me to insert a coma between the words, but I don't get it."
"It's were smart, not was. And it's called a comma, not a coma." Tiffany said, correcting the naïve stripper's grammar errors.
"Uh..." she said, going blank once again.
He chuckled, thinking that she was the same old girl he met over a year and a half ago. Never change, Candy. Never change...
He then sat down on the couch with her, relieved that they weren't doing anything kinky. It would've been VERY weird for Tiffany to be having sexual intercourse with someone like Candace Crush, who was pregnant at least three times (that he knew of, at least).
As she continued doing her little assignment, many thoughts went through JD's head. Wait, isn't it close to Halloween? Shit, I didn't do anything last year. I got so caught up in taking care of Aiko that I completely forgot about my favorite holiday.
"Hey, Tiffany?" he said, getting her attention.
"Yes, babe?" she answered.
"So, you wouldn't so happen to be one of those Christians that think Halloween is for Satanists, right?"
She tilted her head, wondering what kind of nonsense he was spewing.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well, I've known some Catholic bible-thumpers that forbid people from celebrating Halloween because it promotes the devil or some shit. My family was like that..."
She shook her head. "No, it's not like that. I love celebrating Halloween."
"Okay, good." he said, relieved to hear this.
"Speaking of family: Did you ever call your mother back?"
His heart began thumping, wondering why she was asking this question so sudden.
"Y-Yeah. I called her. Don't worry about it." he said, trying to cover up any further discussion on his family life.
She looked at him, realizing that he was being suspicious. "Babe, have you even called her since last year? You're on your phone a lot and it doesn't seem like you're talking to your family, like at all."
Yep, cornered again.
"Okay, okay. Look, Tiffany. I think it's about time I fess up about it: I haven't spoken to my family in a year and a half. Ever since I escaped from that place, I cut ties with everyone in my family."
Tiffany gasped, wondering why he would do such a thing.
"Why? I thought you still loved your family."
"I-I do, it's just that I don't want to bring them into this, okay? They broke a lot of trust in recent years, so I decided to distance myself from them. Yes, I still love my mother, even though she made the mistake of sending me to Greenseed for so-called 'improvement'. You understand that, right?"
The blondie nodded, understanding his perspective on family life. She was never big on family herself. But even then, she didn't have much to begin with.
"I guess it was for the best then. I don't blame you for doing that. Family is important until they hurt you enough. I guess I'm lucky to still have my mother after all of this time. She hurt me a lot during our childhood. You're a miracle-worker, you know that?"
"Y-Yeah. Could you please stop talking about it?"
"Why?"
"Because it was nothing, okay? Yeah, I brought you and Jessie back together last November. You two are on good terms now. We get it. I just don't wanna keep hearing about it."
"Regardless, what you did was amazing. Mom and I never got along well until you came into our lives. Even though you've cut your connections with most of your blood relatives, I think we're all the family you need at this point."
He shrugged, still not liking the overly-repetitive amount of credit he received for bringing Tiffany and Jessie back together almost a year ago.
"I love you, Justin. Even if you've been out of control lately, I love and accept you for who you are. Underneath the trauma is a loving gentleman who needs to be hugged."
She then came in, hugging him very tight. He made a slight grin, happy to hear this. Even after she found him with cocaine, she was still willing to accept a freak of nature like him.
Candace just sat there, not understanding what was going on.
"Uh... What are we talkin about?" she said, seeming completely clueless.
"Nothing, Candace. Just personal stuff." he said, letting go of his girlfriend. He tried not to get too emotional with the already mentally confused dancer.
"Right. But hey, I got an idea." she said.
An idea? Oh shit, wonder what it is?
Both of their attention was now faced towards Candace, who seemingly had an idea for once. Whether or not it was a good idea would depend on the circumstance.
"Well?" he asked, waiting to see what her idea was.
"Well what?"
For fucks sake...
"What's your idea, Candy?"
"Uh..."
She went blank again, seeming to lose her train of thought. However, for once she remembered.
"Oh, I remember now. Since ya said something about Halloween, how about we have a Halloween party?"
He looked at her, somewhat impressed with her for once.
"Halloween party plans? Count me in!" he shouted, sounding very passionate about the idea. He already had a Slumber party last year, then a Christmas party after that. Having a Halloween party was all he needed. An excuse to dress up, get drunk, and dance the night away.
"Candace, you are one SMART little lady. A Halloween party sounds like the thing I've been missing after all this time, especially after straight up forgetting it last year."
She smiled, happy he approved. She was very experienced with Halloween, as they had very special nights over in the strip club.
"Tiffany? Would it be OK for us to have a Halloween party over here?" he said, asking his blonde lover for permission.
"Well..." she said, not sounding completely open to the idea. But seeing the rare smile on his face, as well as the optimism on Candace's body-language, it ultimately molded her judgement.
"You know what? Yeah, let's have an awesome Halloween banger." she said, accepting it.
"Great!" he said, now excited.
He picked his phone up, ready to send an invitation to all of his friends. I'm gonna go get my Halloween costume out. God, this is gonna be so fun! It'll make up for last year.