Lately, I haven’t been feeling well. The last couple of months I’ve been experiencing intense pains in my chest, lightheadedness and exhaustion as soon as I Spend even 5 minutes under serious stress. It’s hard to avoid those moments, seeing my line of work. With Tony working with me instead of against me the path to my rule and victory is clearer and approaching faster then ever.
I know what’s happening to me and I guess it’s safe to write down here, since no one reads this anyway. Remember my father, Michael Coleson? He died because of his bad heart. I am afraid I may have inherited that trait. I know that’s far feched, but I really have no other way to expain it. I won’t tell my family, not yet. All they will do is worry about me when more important things are going on. There is a wedding to plan, several careers to train for and skills to learn. I’ll just keeping doing what I do best: Lie, Cheat, steal and survive. –Mika
Entry 2.10: Come back
Slowly but surely, Charlie is getting better. Though she still cries frequently, She’s been spending a lot time with Alice and Diana lately. I guess it’s important to her to have some female friends, especially with of the current situation between us. I hope she becomes herself again. I love her so, so much and I just want her to be happy, even though the situation is far from ideal. I know she doesn’t like me in a romantic sense and I am completely okay with that. I just want her to come back. -Damien
Let me Help you
If there was one thing Alice loved more than Painting on her easel, I’t was spraying graffiti. Though it was usually big and extravagant, Lots of precise details had to be thought of and made perfectly, because there is no room for mistakes. Disturbing her rather poetic thought process about art was Charlie’s voice. “I think a blue outline would really bring the purple out. Mind if I help you?”
Alice turned around. “Mind telling me why you think you’re good at this? I thought computers where your thing.” Charlie huffed, slightly offended. “My mo- eh, I designed these tattoo’s and all wall art of my old room. I think I know a few things.” She smiled again, still wanting to join.
Though Alice had always been slightly intimidated by Charlie she seemed less scary today. Maybe it was the toned down make-up or just something else unfamiliar about the older girl. “Yeah, sure. What do you have in mind?”