4bidden Social

TYPE: Blog Entry
STATUS: Open
DATE: Saturday, week 13, evening

This past week has been extremely weird, to say the least. I mean, it probably shouldn't feel that way. People are bought and paid for all the time, whatever you think about the subject, but it's definitely surreal when it happens to you. You realize a lot of things, and then you feel guilty that you never realized them before. And they made me wear my old cheerleading outfit, which was at least 28 flavors of skeezy.

All in all, I'm pretty lucky. I mean, my master owns a bar named Fangtasia, which is kind of a weird pun, that being the point I think? on the interesting side. I'm still figuring a lot out, but I'm not scared or worried, really. Is that strange? Whatever it is, it's something that isn't all the suck right now. I mean, look at me. I'm already punning too.

My sister and I used to go to school around here, actually. My name's Alice Sharrow. Is there anyone around from high school or something still? I know it's been two years, but I'd love to even just type at somebody familiar, even if I'm not sure about being able to hang out or anything. Or, you know, kind of internet-meet new people.

[Type] Text Message
[To] Spike
[When] Week 9, Sometime Saturday

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[Communication Type] Blog
[When] Week 8, Saturday afternoon
[Security] Open

I don't remember all of the signs of a pregnancy... but I'm pretty sure Warlock will be a father! The baby bunnies will be adorable! And if I can set them free for were chases?

...I feel so happy.

When: Week 6, Saturday night
Type: Facebook post, open

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Week 6: Saturday Afternoon
Type: Open Blog

Please forgive this one's ignorance when it comes to these machines, but I appear to have done something awful to Sayuri-dono's computer. In thinking that it would be best to familiarize myself more with technology of the current era, I attempted to learn more from it than the bare basics of which I am already aware. In opening it, however, I selected an option to win one million dollars in order to perhaps help Sayuri-dono monetarily.

Terrible things have happened as a result. Pictures of compromising and private actions keep popping up no matter how many times I do away with them. This one would be most thankful for assistance in this matter.

Week 6: Saturday evening
Type: Text to Jack Sweeney

> Sun's down, and we've been meaning to catch up.
> Care to paint the town red? xoxo

Week 6: Saturday Early Morning.
Type: Text to Rebekah

- I can't run from it. You would think after two millenia and thousands of deaths, they wouldn't find me.
- And yet.

- He said I was his and his blood... I remember that taste now.

DATE: Week 4. Saturday. Very late evening.
TYPE: Text to Misha.

> Don't ask how I got your number.
> Or why I'm texting you when I shouldn't.
> You need to stay far away from me, Mr. Meru.
> Meru has threatened to sell me far from here.

Text to Alcuin
Saturday afternoon // Week 3

( we good now )

[Week 2; Saturday afternoon]
Type: Blog - Open

I received some mail today. A college friend of mine knows where I am, so she sent me something. Apparently, my ex is free. Not out on bail kind of free, but as in free-free. The cops who came to get me couldn't make it to a court date, or some court dates. I'm a slave and therefore have no rights, so I was never told of the court dates, and without "evidence" they can't prosecute and he's free. Though I know there's a bit more to it than that. He's a smooth talker, very convincing of things, extremely manipulative. Let's not leave out the fact that he has a few supers on payroll, as well at least two cops, so he distorts the system to his will.

Oh my god... it's only a matter of time before he finds where I am...

What am I going to do... This is seriously fucked up.

It looks like what I thought would be just a simple visit to this island has become something more permanent. I never thought I would actually leave Mystic Falls, but here I am all the way across the country. Still, I'm pretty happy about it for the most part. I'll be living with my best friend and I've even got a job interview on Monday. Adulthood just kind of...snuck up on me.

[Week 1; Saturday, afternoon]

I'm not sure if I would've been happier staying in Virginia, or if it's better to be here. I guess it's pretty bittersweet, in the end. I probably just miss freedom

[Week 1; Saturday evening]

Tomorrow will be one week. One whole week of this new life. One whole week without him, without any real worry for my safety or my life, without being made to feel as if I am worthless. I survived this week. I can't help but think of this song. These lyrics speak to me, as if they're about me:

( How much can one bruised body take? )