Entry 38

[recording on]

*You hear someone moving around, as if they were trying to get comfortable. When the person starts to speak you recognize the voice. She speaks softly at first, almost as if she hasn't formed a sentence in awhile.*

I think it's been about...a week...maybe? I don't really remember what happened except I hit that man with a chair. I really don't know why I did that either...

I mean, yeah...he was trying to hurt Hadox, but really...since when did I care about other people like that? I've always looked out for number one. You start caring about other people and there's chips in your armor and next thing you know you're settled down, married with ten kids, bored out of your mind. No, not exactly what I want out of life.

*She lets out a long and slightly miserable sigh*

Speaking of what I want...I need to talk to Falcun. I know him throwing that knife into my hand was an accident. I'm not mad about that. Hell, that was pretty much my own fault anyway for getting in the middle of it all...but...he left me.

He left me...to die. I lost so much blood before Hadox could find a doctor to fix me up. I could have had a seizure and Hadox damned sure wouldn't have known how to handle that. Falcun just left me alone...and took my meds with him.

I don't see this relationship lasting much longer. I'm pretty surprised it's lasted as long as it has.

*She gets silent for a moment and then you hear her tapping something hard, lightly on the edge of the table*

So the doc fixed my hand and stuck it in a splint. Gave me some pills too. I should be ok soon. Maybe I'll lock myself up in my house until I can figure out what the hell is going on with me.

*There's a few minutes of quiet stillness. Just before she turns off the recorder, you hear a soft whisper.*

I hate being weak...

[recording off]