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entry» №. 2
overall evaluation of today» continued writing
happiness» ★★☆☆☆
temperament control» ★★★☆☆
highlights» backstory
the penumbra»
powers» multiple possessions
song» ayano's theory of happiness
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(OOC NOTE: I dare you guys to read this all the way through.)
Sorry for not writing again yesterday, but I was really tired after what happened.
So I'm supposed to continue on my story from earlier, huh? Okay, okay, I will. We were always pretty happy, and then he came back. By 'he,' I of course mean the person I could never call my father. So, he came back, and the four of us were unbelievably happy, excluding my mother. It was okay for the first few weeks, the fighting was toned down and during the night, but towards the last week things got awful. He started attacking us to anger my mother. I never understood why, but I always got most of it. They said when I was adopted that I looked just like Mirai, like there was no difference. Silly, huh? Like we were already related in some way. Maybe that's why he always aimed for me? And then my siblings tried to protect me and it got all-out awful before he like, gave up and went off looking for my mother.
The last day I ever saw all four of my older family members and that.. thing, was a long time ago, I think sometime in July 2013. Now, I know what you're thinking, Diary, 'you left out one.' that's where you're wrong. Holly and I both escaped...
We were asleep, and hadn't been beaten in a while, which we considered lucky. Then we heard the crashing and the shouting. It was bad this time. They were practically screaming at each other, something about him not coming home at a set time and not being 'sober' enough to be around the kids. I recently figured this out, Diary -- my father did catnip. To a human thing like you it probably sounds crazy, but being a cat.. it's like cocaine. Now, with that wonderful notion, let's continue. then there was the sound of glass shattering, and we all ran out into the main 'room.' He'd really hurt my mother, she was unconscious on the ground. And there was a fire starting. My father had broken a lantern and started a fire in our makeshift, dry-grass and mud house. I was barely out the door, Holly at my side and Ryder and Luna at the back, when he shoved the others aside, grabbed me, and yanked me away. I was panicking and kicking and screaming but he held his grip. Catnip must make you do crazy things, Diary. He tossed me down near a particularly large burst of flames, and no matter how hard I try to forget, I remember what he said to me. "You were always the fucking useless one." "Adopting you was a mistake." "I'm sure your siblings wouldn't mind if you just fucking died!" Those words still hurt me today, Diary, even if I know they weren't true. He was about to provide a death blow to my throat when I saw her. Silver fur, just like mine, crashing into him and knocking him into the flames. She went with him. Both my mother and 'father' died in front of me that night. Then I felt strong paws around me and Ryder yanked me up to my paws and all four of us made a mad dash for the door when I heard crackling and hissing above me. The roof was caving in. And I looked at the two older cats, and they stared at me with such horror and so many tears in their eyes. And then they pushed us. Holly and I, out into the open the moment the roof came down. And I had to watch it crash down onto them, instantly killing them both. And I ran away. I pulled Holly away with me, and we ran, and we ran, and we ran. As far away from the house and everything as we could go before coming upon a quiet neighborhood. I was born in this neighborhood, it appeared, and it was the one I ran away from. Thinking back on my thoughts that morning, I thought it was foolish I ran away. It was the best thing I ever did, and it's really all thanks to a certain someone. I wanted to go back to my house, so I led Holly that way. It was so soon as we were passing by a road when a truck, out of nowhere, crashed in a shattered Holly. I could do nothing but sit and try not to puke as the scent and sight of blood invaded my senses. Knowing if I stayed at that neighborhood where Holly had been senselessly murdered, I'd go insane, I left. I ran, and I ran, and I *there's a drop of 'water' blocking the word, but it was definitely the word 'ran'*
And I came upon the Penumbra.
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