Chapter 17
Dear Diary,
I died. ?????!
Is it true that I am free? I'm so locked up in my thoughts right now. I can't see anything, not even my nose... though I can see fine. What does this mean? Must I discover myself... again?! I know I can't turn to anyone. Who would know about this Slayer thing? I wish I had a Watcher, like Angelica had. He was awesome.
But does the feeling of not being torn from my job and my friends mean something? I feel free but confused. Like I'm not suppose to be 'Free'... Must be shock value of being told I am not officially in charge of lives.
Wow. I could be normal... the buzzing stopped in my head.
Why should I be 'Normal'? Saving people adds great meaning to life. And I have awesome friends... a lot of awesome friends. How many people can say they really have seven loyal, true friends? Not many. I am blessed.
I died?!
Wow that there is a weird concept. That Becky girl could have not mentioned that. But it helped to learn more about Patrick's cure.
Anyways I'm not normal... the vampiric powers are still with me. I have super speed, super strength, I have good hearing, smell, and night vision, my teeth are prefect, and I have a connection with Garren and Jason still. The good thing is I don't want blood, I can't hear the buzzing, and I don't get headaches from the lights flashing in front of my eyes because they don't happen. The bad thing is... I can't poof (unhappy face). I tried, last night. I was so overwhelmed I needed to leave fast. But no I had to walk out in the middle of one of their songs.
I have to tell Pierre... maybe the others. I don't want to. But I will.
Yours truly, Kali.