Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-2601:348:80:1414:D4C9:D1DA:C435:87ED-20181216191736/@comment-36855838-20181217081649

How, and why? Pshhht, who cares?

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June 8th

Year: I don't care.

I returned home somber and distant, horrors untold fill my dreams, and the waking world is a bland, drab, depressing gray, just another nail on my cross.

I keep on my best smile for my family, though. I can't burden them with this, I care about them too much.

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July 10th

I wait every day in the armchair facing the front door, waiting for my big sis to come home, she always makes me feel better.

She works long hours trying to help my mother support us, unfortunately I can't find work anywhere, nobody has any use for a broken, violent man.

I can't really blame anybody, I wouldn't hire the local neck snapper either.

Sometimes I wish I'd never been taught that skill, but it does help open pickle jars, which gives me something to do.

My mom and sis are mamono, they're a far cry from needing help opening pickle jars and soup cans, but they worry enough to ask me for help anyway, just to help me feel useful.

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August

I sleep when I can, though my rest is staggered, and sparse.

I can't properly rest unless I'm in an embrace, and sis is sweet on the sane gent next door.

Mom spends every night with dad, I haven't slept properly in days.

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The intervening pages are either sopping wet, or covered in spilled ink.

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August. . .20th?

I woke up in a hospital, I don't know what hapened, but the healers couldn't help much.

My health is failing due to my mental state, apparently.

I don't care what they say about sticks and stones, I'm definitely hurt.

Being starved, beaten, and shot at while all your friends die first will do that to a guy.

Sis came in earlier with her boyfriend, they left delicious, moist cupcakes, and she's no baker.

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Sept. 1st

The nurse got swapped out, I was assigned a Taily.

She's surprisingly sweet, I guess they aren't as bad as tge stories say?

She was kind enough to read to me last night, even held my hand.

First good night's sleep in ages, I feel like a new man.

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Sept. 3rd

She's not an altruist,that much I'm certain of.

But I'm okay with her terms of trade, I've been getting more restful nights than ever since this relationship developed.

Damn nightingale effect.

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Nov. 1st

It's been awhile, but Diana finally let me move in with her, she's also switched jobs now that we're married.

She's my rock.

I love her too much to write down or say.

I keep our home clean.

It's the least I can do.

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The intervening pages are either sopping wet, or covered in spilled ink.

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Dec 2nd

In the middle of the damn night.

They took her from me.

They shot her in cold blood.

They will know the wrath of a dragon's son.

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Dec 10th

I sent the fingers to their families, I'd have sent more, but the rest is too beat up.

I don't know what to do.

I guess I'll go find a nice cliff, take a final look.

There's one over a river near town.

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