I've often tried to keep a journal throughout my life. Although I could never seem to keep up with it. Several days, weeks, and years it would go forgotten about. Left under a growing child's bed or taken along with me even now as an adult. It serves to remind me of the past, the special days and even the really bad ones that were important enough to remember, to write about.

.:.Before continuing, Kimi sighed and flipped through the dirty pages of the old journal given to her by her real father. Some pages were stained with tears, blood, or food. Few pages were used, some were crinkled, and some were even torn out. Quickly she scanned over the few pages of her childhood. The day she visited her real father in Russia, the day he died. There was few days written about before then. After that the years went by before she used it again. The day she graduated with honors was there, and also the day she enlisted for the army, even a few pages about days past that. Kimber smiled a bit and turned back to her free page. She began to write. The strokes of her handwriting were sloppy in black ink.:.

To anyone else that thinks they've had a bad week. Shit. My whole week has been nothing but Hell. Pure and utter Hell. I guess since I am in the hospital bed with nothing else to do I will start writing in this thing again. Maybe it will stick around this time.

So I'm traveling down to the beach, off-duty, to have a nice relaxing stroll. I make it to the pier and some asshole decides to start fucking with me. He's like hitting on me but not really. Saying things, I know, to intentionally piss me off. Of course I was fucking stupid and didn't have a single weapon on me. Tough luck. When the fuck do -I- travel unarmed? The one time that I don't, I get fucked. So he's pissing me off with his "Let's go in the back alley and I will let you suck my cock." bullshit. This dude is holding a fucking pimp cane and wearing these bright, fruity ass Bermuda shorts. I'm totally thinking he's a push-over and what do I do? I hit him. Punch right to the jaw. But he doesn't stop. He keeps going. So I hit him again in the stomach. The fucker busts my head open with his stupid ass cane. So I'm rocking back and forth holding my bleeding head while he grabs my hair and totally; one shot to the throat and I'm out.

So I wake up in the creepy ass shack on the pier with him standing over me and some weird ass chick slicing into my fucking chest. The dude knocks me out again with a kick to the head and I don't remember much after that. It's all blurry and shit. All I know is the chick that I was left with was a fucking psycho. I grab for my cell phone that was next to a burning pile of my clothes, my hair and skin that she had fucking cut off. I call Lil. My fucking hero. I love her. The poor girl has to carry my naked, bloody ass to Hathain General cause apparently no one but her was fucking available. I would have died without her. Seriously. So I get to the E.R. and the Doctor puts me under. Not that I want to be awake for what had to be done to fix me. But I think I've been unconscious enough!
THANKS!

Finally I wake up, again, and this doctor is standing over me telling me the fucking list of things that they did to me. Sure, I'll go into detail. Apparently, that jackass had not only fractured my skull with his cane, I had a concussion and he stabbed a hole in my foot. That bitch carved an 'R' on my chest, peeled the skin off my forearms like I was a fucking potato and then did the same with random parts of my stomach. Sick fuck. Not only all of that, but she butchered my fucking hair. I have to schedule a cut to get it fixed, but now it will be short and ugly.

I'm so pissed off.

So, I'm laying in the hospital bed and I get visitors. Three of them. Lil, of course. I am always happy to see her.
Especially now, she is my hero. She laid in the bed next to me and waited for me to wake up. She's a sweetheart.
Fabian was there. He was all pissed and shit, and then Viddi came too. Calling me sweetheart and crap. Fuck you
both in my opinion. Everyone can lick my ass. Both of them horny fucks were no where to be found when I needed them. I feel bad for Lilana. She hurt her hand in the anger of what happened to me. You know what gets me? Not even the EMTs were available. She had to literally toss my body onto her shoulders and take me there. Fucking hero.

I miss Xan, terribly. Although, he is supposed to come home tomorrow. He isn't allowed vacation time anymore. I
get hurt when he is gone.