You can make feel like it isn't so.

[queenalexia]

Tch.

Day Forty Nine
Your Name: Alexia Ashford. The same as it has been since my arrival.
Suicidal Ideation: 0/10.
Homicidal Ideation: 10/10.
Amount of Sleep Last Night: Next to none. My hand is quite painful, if you must know, wretches.
Any Lucid or Vivid Dreams? Explain.: None.
Moods Experienced Today: Anger, pain, outrage.
Mood Triggers: They

Comments

[privated, of course]

[hollowine]

Manage? Tell me what I can do to help.

[private is private]

[queenalexia]

I.. I'm not sure.

I just feel much frustration lately. These walls are too confining some days, even to a woman raised working in cramped underground facilities.

[prrrrivate]

[hollowine]

I see . . . Perhaps during the next outside time you should take a walk? Some fresh air might help.

How is your hand?

[prrrrivate]

[queenalexia]

I've yet to even venture outside. It is most cold, and I do not know the area well. Perhaps they would allow me to open a window.. that is one of the things I miss most about Rockfort. Open windows.

It is.. well, not much better. Still painful, but I'll manage. They've given me some pain medication. I can type and write with it, at least.

[private]

[hollowine]

I do not enjoy the cold either, but sometimes it is refreshing if you just take a short walk. Staying inside for so long is not healthy. You could ask, but I'm not sure if the staff will agree . . .

I am glad they've given you something for it.

[private]

[queenalexia]

Yes, I doubt they will agree.. perhaps a walk will be best. Just a short stroll around the grounds. Would you like to join me?

As am I.

[private]

[hollowine]

Yes, that would be best, I believe. Certainly.

Did those people not get in trouble for what they did to your hand? Truly outrageous.

[private]

[queenalexia]

Splendid.

Not an ounce, I'm afraid. Not that I expected justice to be served..