Apr 17, 2006 00:51
Ren and I had a long talk last night. Wasn't sure at first we were talking; she'd been pretty quiet and subdued since I got back. And then she kind of... well, went a bit ballistic at me over Vincent, Perseus, and Finrael, and the whole "dissappearance" thing. Uh, well, I didn't exactly choose to be kidnapped by a demon, but.... Anyway. It was only because she'd been worried about me.
I'm not sure she buys the whole "body-swap" thing between Perseus and I. She accused me of having "dalliances with vampires", and I don't think she understands about Vincent. But she couldn't explain where my scars have gone, so... I don't know.
I do care about her. I don't want her to be hurt by the things that happen to me. But ... shit just seems to happen to me, you know? It's not as though I seek this stuff out, either. I just seem to be a trouble magnet. I'm hoping we can move on past this. I'm also hoping this is the last of the drama, at least for now.
I'm just 16. Crap like this shouldn't be happening to a 16-year-old. But I feel so much older than my years. Other kids my age are facing their GCSEs, worrying about their zits, smoking behind the bike sheds and talking about the latest footie scores. And I have nothing in common with any of them.