Mark McLaughlin got around to asking me today about my screaming a few weeks ago. It was unexpected, but certainly within his right. He noticed my troubled behavior of late, and tried to get me to open up. I was more than a shade nervous about it, and I certainly wasn't about to explain my stalker to them. I can hardly believe it is real myself, and I have lived it, there was no way I could convince him or his family of what I saw that night.
Instead I shrugged meekly, looked
down at my waffle that he prepared for me, and simply said that I still
have a few demons left to thwart. I glanced aside at my walker, which
seemed to answer the question for him. I do not like lying. It is a
negative emotion. I should not have done it, and yet I could not bear
to be honest. Is there some truth in lying to protect another? It is
hard enough on them, with their house's issues, without dragging a
penance-seeking.....judge of some sort into it.
same subject of tall men in my home, I asked Lindsey if she had seen
anyone 'strange' outside, and was most relieved when she said no,
absently kicking her feet under her chair as she enjoyed a cup of
juice. So why had the Ashen One
shown himself to her? I suppose I was simply under the assumption that
only I could see it. I absently figured that in addition to its host
of otherworldly attributes, selective invisibility would be as common as
anything else. Perhaps it does, and the innocence of a child could see
I speculate on useless things, I suppose. I wish to get within my enemy's mind. What does it want from me? It accuses me of horrid deeds, about being immalleable. Have I not shown my change of heart in life, since the accident? Have I not been open and honest?
How do I show my true self to a figure without a face?
Call Me Nil