Wanderer's Journal #20

And so the insanity revolving around Marie-Lynn began again. Well maybe not insanity, but things were definitely not peaceful. It seemed like many men were doomed to fall for her and, before her death, this remained true. Some of them might have said that it was due, for many men were hurt. Perhaps she only kept me around because I had power and a strange world to escape to. Maybe I was her escape. I guess I'll never know. Either way, back when I saw her with Gerald I noticed one thing; she was being tormented by something. Of course I quickly went to find out what this thing was. The answer was simple and rather familiar. A dream was tormenting her.

In the dream, she came across a dark skinned girl, one much like the night-eyed girl. That dark skinned girl was killing a small child in a cemetery while a male cheered her on. The violent girl turned and saw Marie-Lynn and began chasing her. Marie-Lynn said she was terrified. The flame-headed girl ran to her nearby house, slamming the door closed as she entered. Marie-Lynn jolted awake. After I heard about the dark skinned girl, I immediately thought of the night-eyed girl. Suddenly I felt as if I was encouraging the brutal murder of the child, someone who could be representing a new beginning. I kept this to myself from her at first. Actually, I never told her directly. Maybe I should have headed the subconscious warning.

Marie-Lynn and I constantly met, sometimes in secret. It was strange. Meeting her almost felt wrong. I was a criminal running from my conscious and Marie-Lynn just so happened to be my conscious. It was as if it wasn't her that felt wrong, but something or someone else in my life that was. I may never understand exactly what felt wrong in that time of my life because I never asked and now it's too late.

Marie-Lynn disappeared once again a few days later. I knew she was safe, but I couldn't find her. I waited for her to return. I knew she would have to come home eventually. She did, but I was just leaving. It's funny how things can work out sometimes. Just as you're about to give up, you pull through. It's nice like the bliss stumbled on by man long ago, the bliss of ignorance. She was absolutely furious when I saw her. A slap across the face assured me that I was to blame. Marie-Lynn told me that she had been trying to enter my world for weeks and started blaming me for that. The truth was that I couldn't enter my world either. The ability came and went as it pleased and around that time, it tended not to care for me.

Marie-Lynn quickly pleaded me to leave with her. She was afraid of something. I should have been too.

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Frankly said, I'm not too fond of the small journal entries of the wanderer's journal (in comparison to the first few), but I do like them in themselves. Something funny about why I'm posting this all of a sudden is that for so long what ever happened in the wanderer's journal would be more or less based off real events. Once those real events stopped happening, the wanderer's journal sort of died. I realize now that it began as a figment of my imagination, and will continue to be one whether or not real events will inspire me.

-Zero