Hello. Now, I am not in a wonderful mood, because I spent an hour of my life today being stabbed. (In drama, idiot. What, did you think I was in hospital?!)

Anyway, being repeatedly killed as seventeen other people watching (even though they're supposed to be rehearsing in their own bloody groups, and NOT watching us) is surprisingly stressful. Suffice to say, the girl who was stabbing me, (we'll call her Sally, for argument's sake) could not concentrate, hence the repeated stabbings. Also, our lighting plot is nowhere NEAR finished, despite the fact that our main technical rehearsal is tomorrow, with the dress on Monday. We have no costumes, no sound plot, no lighting person, and I HAVE NO ALCOHOL. (I play a drunk. I am not one in real life, honest. :P) Argh! Sorry, I just realised that you might not actually want to hear my life story... :S

And that this ridiculous authors note is probably three times the length of my drabble.

Oh well. Enjoy! And review. Please...

Date: 24th September

POV: Bella

Stimulus word: Careful

I was careful never to mention that first week again. The memory of me like that still tortured Charlie; I could see it in his eyes every time he looked at me.

I should probably have felt guilty, or maybe even just cared about my father's feelings—but Charlie never spoke of it, and I had no desire to bring up the topic. It was like an unwritten law between us.

A law that would never be broken, even years later. Some things, after all, are far better left undiscussed.