A/N: Man it's been a while. I needed to update this one. So here we go.
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Day 11
I went to go talk with Julie. She's glad I got some rest at the very most. We talked over burgers and smoothies, but I didn't have much of an appetite. Concerning, I know, but what can I do?
God, talking to Julie is such a relief. With all that's been going on, I need to talk to someone. I tend to spill my soul whenever I'm with Julie, so I guess I found my confidant. If I had to be honest, I feel my mood improve whenever I spill my guts so talking about my problems. A therapist seems like the right idea, when I look at all of this.
It also helps that I can voice my concerns to someone who can understand. That's something I don't think I can get with a regular therapist, given who I am. Certain things I can I talk to a therapist about, but other things Julie or my Grandpa would probably understand. Like the situation with Kevin.
He always manages to find his way into my thoughts, filling me with dread and anger. God...I feel terrified at the thought of facing him again but I know that it's inevitable. He's bound to do something to catch the attention of the Plumbers. Being apart of the Plumber Earth team, it would be part of my job to take care of it. I feel like panicking whenever I think of it, but I have to push that down.
I can't allow myself to be afraid. I have to be strong for the others; Gwen, Mrs. Levin, the rest of my team. But I honestly don't want to. I want to scream, cry, breakdown, yell at the world for my situation. I hate it so much. I don't want to do this. I don't want to protect anything anymore. I want my old life back. I don't want to kill my brother.
Ben T.
A/N: There we have it. Please review.
~Ellie~