I woke up to find this new journal placed outside my door. It's a nice surprise and I really want to make the most of this. It's not going to just be facts about what's happening. Anyone reading this can get those from data reports that the computers probably hold. So it won't be just ration talk or how many people are here or the basics.
That's not what made Anne Frank's diary such an important part of history. People need first hand accounts. They want to read a person's emotions, their thoughts about all that's happening around them during the time. So I'll do my best to write about that. Maybe not every day, but at least once a week I'll take time to jot down how I feel, what I've seen and experienced.
I'm worried about my mom. I don't want her to become the Dark One, even though she already is. It's inside of her and I know she's strong. But how long can she keep that darkness at bay? I hope Ms. Betsy is able to help get it out of her. I'm not sure where it would go then though.
Can I be selfish to wish it would go into anyone else but her?
It'd probably just go back to my grandpa anyway. I bet he wants it back. He had it for so long that can he really be free of it? Or does it call to him? Does he miss that power? I think you would if you had it for so long and then it's just gone.
Is that what it felt like for the mutants on M-Day? When they were suddenly just no longer mutants? When the powers they'd lived with for years were gone? It's weird to think that's real, that its not just stories I used to read. They're real people. All of it really happened. All of the bad things people have been through in video games, in movies, in books, on tv shows. It's all real. Just like my family's story is real.
But that has to mean good wins out in the end, right? Because isn't that how movies usually end? Good wins over evil.
I'm not sure what's good here yet though. I don't even know what's evil anymore.