Less something

Okay, sorry about that post earlier, not that anyone noticed other than Tia. I passed out again about ten minutes after posting it, anyway.

Marie's been found, a few hours ago, and it looks bad on all fronts. She was found in the woods about a mile or two away from my house, and isn't in good condition. A quick run-down, from what I've managed to get from her parents and from just listening. Funny how someone with purple hair can go unnoticed sometimes, and I'm good at listening. Also, nurses are gossips. Anyway, before I get distracted: She's in a DKA-induced coma (guessed as much... I guess it's better that dead from it), which is likely compounded by a depressed cranial fracture, there's some damage to the orbit of the left eye, a spiral fracture to the humerus of the left arm, as well as other damage to the arm that I haven't heard the extent of. There's apparently some damage to her ribs, and the lumbar portion of her spine is screwed to hell and back.

Her parents are oddly quiet about this whole thing, though they did visit me and let me know she was found and everything. I don't know what to think. I should be out of the hospital tomorrow, once they're done with the run of antibiotics they have me on. If they don't decide to think I did this. It's not like they can do much about the ribs other than give me pain meds, which I already had anyway, and there's no damage other than some general... offness from the concussion. The stitches I can deal with myself, probably.

I'm pissed, to say the least. Pissed and depressed, and I fucked up. I fucked up. I was supposed to keep her safe and keep an eye on her. I'm leaving this here because if I get any more upset, someone's going to come check on me. Not that it really matters, anyway.

Not Sure if this is Better or Worse

Lis appeared in the front yard today. She's in pretty bad shape. Not quite coherent, not to mention all the physical damage. She's at the hospital... they wouldn't let me stay overnight with her. It's alright. I just want her to be okay. She's got three broken ribs and is apparently concussed.


Think that part was sort of obvious. All she kept saying was "need to find Marie, need to find Marie." That was... odd. I spent most of there with her.


Marie is officially missing, with the cops and everything. Her parents were pretty upset. I have to admit though... something felt off about the rents. Just not quite as... upset as I think they should be. It was just muted. I don't know though, maybe I'm just imposing my own personal reactions on them. Maybe they let it show more at home. I just expected a little... more. Some unknowable quality.


Patch is still hiding under the couch. Poor pup. He's so freaked out.

Fuck

Yes, I'm cussing on your blog Lis. Not that you're anywhere around to fucking see it.


Jesus where the fuck did you all go? Blake and I just went out to the bakery to get cake for Marie and we come back and everyone is fucking gone. And the car is still in the drive way.


It looks like murder in the workroom. Some of Liss's paintings are missing, I'm not too surprised by that though, she's been burning some of them. I don't know what's going on. At all. I called the Sinclair's and the neighbors and all the business associates we have... nobody saw anything. Nobody heard anything. It's not like Lis is the type to just up and disappear while I'm away, no note or text or anything. It's just that she's fucking gone. And Marie too. It's her goddamn birthday why the hell would she up and disappear like this? 


Oh did I forget to mention it's her goddamn birthday? Yeah, it's her birthday. And we were going to go to her parents house and we were going to have a party and it was going to be fun and cute and sweet and shit, but now this is shit. It's all shit.


Blake and I searched the roads and trails surrounding the house, but it's started to get fucking dark, and I needed my goddamn meds. Blake made me come back. He's still searching but I'm starting to freak out a bit... I told him not to stay out longer than an hour. And made him promise not to wander the forest. Fuck I hate being alone right now. I hate that right now, while Liss and Marie are MIA, I'm going and worrying about myself. I'm just... so fucking frustrated right now.


Need to call the cops.


Also, fuck tears. They make it so goddamn hard to type.

Creepy Creeper Creeptastic

So I'm not denying that there's a definite element of creepy in this town. I need to first clarify that something was always off when I lived here. I never had so many repeat nightmares in California as I did here... as I do here.


I had a nightmare last night, same as the one from junior year. And I can never remember all the details, but there's the forest out next to Lissie's house and there's something coming for me. It's coming from the forest. I'm usually with my mother, and she's telling me to quit worrying, but she gets tugged into the darkness. She's blind: never saw it coming.


This time it's Blake. But he gets caught. Darkness takes him, and I know it's coming for me next. I have nowhere to go, just blackness everywhere. And then I have a panic attack and wake up.


Now see normally I'd attribute this dream to paranoia and my abandonment complex, but I haven't had it for a number of years now... and I want to attribute it environment. It just seems to be the only thing that fits now.


On another note: there was some creeper who followed me to the grocery store today. He stayed off a ways, but it was still like he was watching me. I made a good show of not noticing him. Maybe it's the same creeper who Lissie met with a flare gun? Dunno, doubt it. Either way, next time I'm not going alone. Taking Blake or Lissie with me.

Cozy

Yep. That's what I'd call this place. Cozy. At least there's still privacy.


Also, yaaaay I missed having Lissie about. Talked lots of nonsense this day about random happenstances and life and there may have been binging on ice cream. I have no regrets. Even if it wasn't the "healthiest" of hellos. Oh well, there are worse ways to get reacquainted with old friends.


So much unpacking to do. And so much more procrastination.


Can't deny it, Lissie's no more unstable than she ever was. She could -look- a little healthier though. Talk about bags under ye eyes.


I still think the forest out here is creepy. I guess some things never change. Not taking any late night walks here boyo.