School is interesting!

I meet many strange people here, but all them are so nice so far. Meeted a nurse-lady named Claire. She introduced me to coffee and was very pretty with wings! Then theres Jules, but only I can call him that. He told me about a bunch of crazy people and aliens. I wanna meet an alien now! After that I meeted Tobias. He's part red-shell and part human but he seems very nice and his shell is very pretty. There's Es-per-aaaanza, my ghost that brought me here and told me about having a bed. I love having my own bed, its so comfy and its in a room that's all mine!

I meeted Michael and Kevin, they are both nice. I took Kevin's hoodie, but Michael told me no, and I tried to give it back. It got Michael in trouble; I feel sorry for him and want to make things right soon. Kevin said I could keep the hoodie though! There's so much people to meet here and so much to do. Alex is a weird one, he's made of bees! I promised him honey.

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And I today I met Skix, but I can't write more, there are sirens going off now, we have to go to missions now...
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Horror is all I can recall now.

Fire that spilled over us like the waves of the ocean, drowning us in its cleansing flames. My companions did not fair well against it. It reminded me of the stake, and how they screamed at me to die, witch, die. Die, witch, die - I did, though, didn't I? Is there a purpose to sharing my words here, beyond viewing them in the light of day as opposed to them weighing down my mind like a deathly set of rocks, pulling me further under?

I remember the chain sword. It's loud victory roar as it ripped into my shoulder and down into my chest. How did it miss my heart, my lungs? I should have died then. Diego saw it too. He saw my destined death. He chose Skix instead of me. He chose right.

I recall Kevin's maniacal laughter as the thing inside him puppeted his corpse bits around, the bones and organs making sickening squelching and cracking sounds. Few things are as horrifying as seeing his dead body scream into the face of enemies. It makes me sick even now.

Michael's attack on Skix. The way he screamed in jealousy, the look of utter shock on her face as his sword sliced into her. So shocked was she as it bit into her flesh.

And the pit....
...The pit..

I knew it was my place to go. Everyone else served a purpose on this mission. Fighting hard, pressing forward, trying to keep my dead weight from dying and slowing everyone down. Besides, I've died before...what is death to someone with little worth? As it swallowed me whole, I expected it to hurt, but it did not. Instead, it accepted me into its darkness and shared everything it was with me.

I can't ever explain what the Great Mother is like to others fully. There's too much. It is vast, and all knowing, and mind-breaking. It marked me. I am one of its chosen Thousand Young. It chose me to be one of its children, and then it gave me back to my friends. It gave me strength. It gave me love. It gave me purpose.

But still I cannot get the death and the burning from my senses. So many dead all around us. Our job was so simple, but it was so beyond us. How could we have known? The look on Michael's face now is haunting. The emptiness in Kevin's voice. The missing hand on Diego's arm. There's so much damage done, and I wish I could have done more and I wish I had never been there and I wish I had stayed behind, instead of becoming this burden to my friends, my Chosen.

Why me? Why not?

I just don't know anymore what to do or where to go or what my job is. Claire says my soul is missing, but will heal back. She wants to scrub the Mother's mark from me, but what if that kills me? I would probably come back, but...what good would it do? I want to be there for my friends instead of them having to care for me. How do I heal? How do I heal?

What happens now?