February 12, 2006
I landed in London two weeks ago. I have left everything I have ever known to come here to the land of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. Not that I had much left to leave behind. It has been almost a year since mom died; she died the day after my 21st birthday from a heart attack. She wasn't even 50, you here people say it all the time but she was so young. Grandma left us not that long after mom. Melissa, well she is too busy with her new life and that husband of hers-humph. That whole mess is a story for another time. I haven't spoken to dad since he married that whore who calls herself a lady. He couldn't wait to marry her; it wasn't even 2 damn months after mom died-Asshole. So that leaves me at 22 and alone. But if I want to be honest with myself I should say that I have always been alone. I have never truly fit anywhere. Well… maybe I fit in at faire. Faire was the only place I felt even close to being "at home" but even that was a stretch. You are probably wondering what faire is, huh? The faire that I am writing of is a medieval festival that goes on for weeks, where people dress, talk, eat and live life like they did in, well medieval times. I have always dreamed of living in the time of King Arthur and faire let me do that in a way. Don't get me wrong I never wanted to be one of those "damsels in distress". I would never be able to pull that off anyway I am " to headstrong, have too much free will and a vicious anger that will get me and those I know in trouble" that's what my ex-best friend Cait said before she ended our friendship. What she forgot to mention was that I am naïve and overly protective of the people I call family. Also, that no matter what you do to me I won't come after you, but if you hurt anyone that I care about you would be wishing for death by the time I am through with you. Few people have seen that side of me. Now, I am alone again and starting over, moving on. Or as Melissa put it repressing my past, honestly you think out of all people my own sister would understand my want to do that. I promised my self no more thoughts about that and now look at me taking up a whole page in this journal. This will never do. Must think happier thoughts. It shouldn't be that hard, I am hiding in one of the rooms I found while the damn tour guide kept blabbing at the entryway. Oh, I guess I should tell you where I am? I am in the keep at Hadrian's Wall. You would think that, that alone would allow me happy thoughts. Nope. All I can keep thinking about is my past………… Shit! That's probably tour group coming I hope they don't come in here. I don't think that it would do well for them to find me here, wherever here is exactly. I am going to stop writing now I thought I saw another door around here maybe it will lead to a back room .
Laura