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006 . . . Day 18 . . . WEDNESDAY
I don't understand. Nights are fleeting, days are fleeting, moments are fleeting. What does truly remain, if all can be swept up and brought to closure before there even given proper end? I.. so much happened Wednesday. I saw Xemnas again, and Darkness overtook this purgatory, and.. and I kissed him. Oh ( Read more... ) -
005 . . . Day 17 . . . TUESDAY
Something's not right. I can feel it. Nobody's talking to me, and Ms. Hill hasn't been here today. I found my drawing under my food-tray with breakfast, so I will keep it in the journal for now. I still think it looks nice though - everyone's so happy.. Although I remember now that they didn't used to be. Some of them smiled, but most of them didn' ( Read more... ) -
004 . . . Day 16 . . . MONDAY
and when I awake there will be paper cranes
filling the sky
birds without wings flying freely
on a breeze not mineMs. Hill hit me today. I told her I was sorry and she hit me again. Owie owie owie. But then she gave me crayons - a blue one and a black one and a white one and a pink one and a red one and a yellow one - and some paper and told me to ( Read more... ) -
002 . . . Day 14 . . . SATURDAY
Saturdays are a little special to me. They're one out of three times a week that I am allowed any sort of time outside as well as any time close to the other males of the institute. Not that I miss company. But standing under the hard beams of scalding hot water, drowning, spluttering, I can still hear their voices in the dressing-room on the other ( Read more... ) -
001 . . . Day 13 . . . FRIDAY
I don't know the name of many nurses, but I know Ms. Hill. She was checking my blood-pressure today when she told me that the others - I'm assuming she means the other souls entombed here - were at Arts and Crafts. Painting with watercolours she told me. I suppose she was trying to make me jealous, make me want to go too. Make me behave so that I ( Read more... )