Log
from October 31st:
I
know you read this, and I don't care if you know.
I've
become a Runner again. I'm Running from the Fears stalking from the shadows,
and from you.
After
receiving a bouquet on my doorstep - gardenias, azaleas, peonies, jonquil, red
hyacinth and carnations (of course, red), amaryllis, sprigs of
coriander, narcissus, and a single bachelor button - it was clearly time
to go. I'm so close to being killed, or worse.
Unless
she comes back to me...I'll be Running my entire life. I'm slowly coming to
terms.
I'm
the magnet, now. The Fear magnet. The rape magnet. The next Vessel.
If
the Red Cap is inside me, the Mistress and I... I don't even know what that
means, for her and I.