Looking forward to seeing how he knows Calliope and Connor xD xD <3

Someone suggested I start writing again to get all this stuff off of my chest, but I don’t know how I can get through the passed couple of weeks without feeling like i’m reaching into my own chest and twisting until the pain is too unbearable to stand.

I wasn’t ready for goodbye.

I wasn’t expecting to wake up that day only to find out it was…[Read more]

It had been a while since she picked up that leather bound journal and had written a single letter. Too long since she’d sat down to stare at the words of that long fateful day so long ago. Years in fact. She plucked it out from a drawer where it was hidden away and peeled open to an empty page. A pen was grasped within those elegant digits and…[Read more]

Jacqualine Elizabeth Hartigan.

That’s what we named her when she was born unexpectedly into this hellish place. She was born under duress. Circumstances forced by some idiot in the hospital. He tried to hurt us both, and in the end we prevailed. Somehow.

All I know is that it’s been two months and ten days since my daughter was brought into…[Read more]

Hello darling,

There is so much I want to say, and yet I feel as if I don’t have enough time to tell you everything. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. It seems I’ve not beaten that nickname you termed for me back in your rookie days. It seems I am ever the bundle of trouble you knew even then. Wherever I go it seems to follow. Do you remember that day? I…[Read more]

I don’t have much strength to write this, but it’s best I at least attempt to try. I’m not sure how my health will hold as the days pass, I haven’t felt much better since being admitted. I haven’t even slept that well to be honest. Being in the hospital on full bed rest and being constantly monitored hasn’t been how I pictured the end of my…[Read more]

The wind. I feel it rushing through the lengths of my thick, ebony silk. Tendrils of hair fall in wisps about my heated flesh and flutter with the barest of touches. The back porch light illuminates the pages of this book with a pale glow and I dig my bare toes into the soft, yielding patch of dirt beneath my feet. In the rush of wind that…[Read more]

Barely awake, yet not quite asleep either. The pain medication has been far from helpful to relieve me of the sensation that someone is continually stabbing something through the side of my stomach. I’ve been hiding behind the safety of these walls. Home has always been my safe haven it seems. Nothing really bad happens here. No stabbings, no…[Read more]