Dear Journal,
It's been a week since I've written in you. I've been in the hospital lately because of my gangrenous skin. My skin's always been the color green because of my gangrene, and though it hasn't been bothering me for these many years, it's finally caught up with me and has begun to really eat my flesh away like it's supposed to, so I' m glad that I've took hold of this opportunity because I don't know when I'll get an opportunity like this. I feel old, weak, and afraid. I'm 75 years old! How long am I going to keep living? I feel like this is the millionth time I've been here. This makes me discouraged and nervous. I want to live just a little while longer. Maybe I just want to see my great grandson or great granddaughter to be born from my dear grandson, Viper, and my lovely granddaughter in law, Ingrid. I want Ivy to forgive Bill. I want Bill to lead this family as I have. I want Ben to take care of Ivy. There's so much more I want as well, but all I can ask for is the happiness of my family. I pray they live long, happy lives. Luckily for them, theirs started when they were born.
Mine started sixty years ago when I was still about fifteen years old. I remember the day my life changed. It started out as a normal day. The five of us were just sitting by the big bridge that led in and out of Townsville. We weren't doing anything bad. We were just talking. I think I remember what we were talking about. I think we were talking about what we wanted to do. We didn't know whether we wanted to vandalize some property or hijack someone defenseless like small kids or an old lady or something.
While we were talking, we saw a young girl with light red hair. I didn't know it at the time, but that was actually Michelle, the girl I eventually married. Of course, I had to beg her for forgiveness after what we tried to do to her that day. When we saw her, Ace noticed her carrying a purse that looked like a wallet. We saw Ace pick up a rough looking stone. He started throwing, which made Arturo throw one, then Big Billy, then Grubber, and then, because I was too busy looking at Michelle, I was the last one to throw a stone, except mine was smaller, and not as rough as Ace's or any of the others' stones. I didn't know what came over me, but when I saw that light red hair and those dark blue eyes, I tried so hard not to physically hurt her. I was too cowardly not to tell the others not to throw such hard stones, but I was afraid Ace would hit like he usually did when I'd say something he wouldn't want to hear me say. Fortunately, the girl, Michelle, began to run away. In my head, I was secretly hearing myself think "Run, girl, RUN!!" Then, Ace said to start chasing after her. I didn't want to, but I did anyway, and so did Grubber, Arturo, and then Big Billy. I wanted to be in front of everyone so maybe; I could catch up with Michelle and help her find a hiding place. However, I didn't. Ace was too fast for me. Suddenly, we cornered poor Michelle. Looking at her beautiful face made me feel so bad for throwing stones at her. Michelle, then, began throwing things at us. This made Ace angry and made me worried.
We started taking more steps towards her and she backed away. She began crying for help, hoping the Powerpuff Girls would come along. That's exactly what happened. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup came. We suddenly felt them punching us, hitting us, and stinging us with laser beams shooting from our eyes. It hurt so bad, we were almost too weak to stand by the time they were finished with us. When they finally stopped, we looked up and saw Michelle running away with the girls flying right behind her. We hated those girls so much, we couldn't stand it! That was probably the millionth time they had beaten us up while we were out doing what we wanted to do.
Fortunately for me, I was the first to regain my strength. While the others were still lying on the ground, I snuck away and followed Michelle to her home in the suburban area of Townsville. I had heard that this area was where the Powerpuff Girls lived. I did not know at the time if it was true or not, but if they did live there, I thought, so then I had to be careful and not let myself be seen. I disguised myself with leaves (not my best idea!). After disguising myself, I saw Michelle enter a nice friendly looking house. I ripped the leaves off me and tried to make myself look appropriate. I began to think to myself "What's come over me?" I didn't have time to answer my own question because I knew I just had to talk to her. A knocked on her door and, thankfully, Michelle answered it. When she saw me, she immediately recognized me and gasped in horror. She tried to slam the door in my face, but I propped the door opened with my foot. I begged her not to scream, yell, or tell anyone that a bad person was at the door. I told her that I just wanted to talk to her about today.
After finally persuading her to let me talk to her, she kept the door slightly opened and listened to me. I told her how sorry he was for throwing stones at her and that he never wanted to hurt her. Michelle looked at me with disbelief, so I picked up some flowers and gave them to her. She accepted them and smiled at them. I smiled too. I didn't understand why I was acting the way I did. Was I just trying to be nice? Of course I was truly sorry for what had happened. I'd never pick flowers! The only time when I'd ever pick flowers is if they were for a really pretty girl. Michelle was that pretty girl. Eventually, we both started making a pretty good conversation. I spoke in the friendliest way possible, knowing that Michelle still didn't trust me. I told her how I honestly didn't want to throw anything at her. I was too busy looking at her. I actually did tell her about looking at her. She was slightly flattered.