End Already!

Still raining. On and off.
I saw a rainbow though. I started crying, it wasn't a sad kind, it was just... An empty, meaningless cry. That rainbow touched me in a way though, as if it was to say "Things will get better."
I need a new phone. Shouldn't have flushed mine during a fit.


Alex's birthday is in two days, so I'm trying to pull myself together for her and make her happy that day. I hope. *Sighs*
-Chelle

O rubk eua, Grkd

It's pouring

And pouring, and pouring, and pouring. A good depth of water and it won't stop. I hate the rain, it makes the nightmares worse at night.


Dad buried Bella in the backyard yesterday. Isn't she gonna suffocate or drown like that, though?
-Chelle

liarliarpantsonfire

why is alex lying? why isnt my beautiful 6 year old calico moving? my baby... WHERE IS HER TAIL? WHY IS IT MISSING? I BET HE TOOK ITFORSHITSANDGIIGLESOR SARAH DID IT, IKNEW SHE HATEDME. I KNEW SHE WAS STILL ALIVE, THAT GODDAMN ARM HADNT STARTED TO ROT. GOOOOOD DAMN THAR ARM HAUNTING ME ISNT FUNNY SARAH. alexwhywontthepersoninthewindowleavemealoooooooooooooooone. gilbert, if you leave me too im eating you, asshole fish.

FuckShitDammit

Silence because we're freaking out, we're freaking the fuck out. Everyone was safe for a while, just complete and total silence for a little bit. Someone at our school has a mother working on the case of Sarah/Sasha/whatever the fuck her name was and they've been pestering him for ages. We got some rumors going around that S (fuck the damn name shit) is still alive. Not sure how they figured it out, but we heard all of it on around Friday night, and I was going to update because Chelle didn't know, but shitshitshitshit.


She's been freaking out for days. Bad dreams and screaming at nighttime. I spent the night at her house Saturday and it's like someone's inside her head pounding hard against her brain and messing around with all her thoughts. It's all distorted and she can't make heads or tails once she wakes up. I've told her to write them down as soon as her eyes fly open, but it's not working. She can't form words coherent enough to write. I think she's started drawing them up as quickly as possible, but I never see them, probably because they'll be too fucked up.


Her cat died on Saturday. No, not only that. What? You thought it's fucking funny that we're freaking out over a little kitten's death? It's not just that we found...Bella...fuck...she was on the porch and...her spine, her spine was ripped out. That's not a fucking accident. And we know it. Chelle was beyond pissed, and she was going insane. We called someone to help us figure out, but it's not like the fucking cops can do anything regarding a dead cat when there's a murderer on the lose.


I need to figure out what to do with Chelle. She came back to school this morning because she couldn't sleep for two days straight (or rather, wouldn't, not with so much nightmares) and now...I don't know. I just don't know.


-Alex