I can’t believe them! I bring in a homeless orphaned boy, and the thing they want to do first thing in the morning is kick him out?! He is 5 goddamn years old! Coming up with arguments like having enough mouths to feed and not enough time to look after a young child.
They should all understand, right? If I hadn’t taken Matthew and Naomi in the day they were dropped there would’ve been no way they had survived. And my own damn husband, who can’t even remember his own parents would deny a child so desperately in need?! Naomi told me that since Damien was born, she was and still is the one raising all of both her and my children. I mean, I know I work a lot but isn’t that a bit below the belt?
She has to remember what it’s like to see mom wither away from illness, growing too weak to even walk on her own. Matthew has to recall what it was like to hear mom scream in terror when she found dad laying cold on the floor, no longer breathing. I know I remember; and it fucked me up big time. Of course, saying they have no heart is the most hypocritical thing I can do, seeing my line of work. I kill, scheme, steal and terrorize for a living. Maybe I even killed his parents, who knows at this point. All I know is that I need to keep that kid safe, and myself at work. If I’m not fearsome, then what am I? I showed weakness my saving him, lets just hope it doesn’t bite me in the ass later. -Mika
Mika
I closed the journal and made my way outside. The kid ran apparently overheard my conversation and ran off crying. Brother of the year award goes to Matthew for telling me after he’d gone missing for a good two hours. My family will just have to deal with the fact I might be gone for the rest of the night. They know very well they scared the poor thing off. Because Glassbolt lacks non-residential buildings there are very few places he could’ve gone. There was only the science facility, the mafia headquarters and the abandoned town center. All of those places are not safe for a child. The headquarters would’ve called me by now if a child showed up at our doorstep, And the science facility wouldn’t let him anywhere near their top secret lab. That leaves only one option; the town center. It is mostly used by criminals and the unregistered homeless people; a real joy to visit. If he did go there, there’s a chance im not getting him back alive.
When I arrived at the town center I noticed something was off. All the lights were off and there wasn’t a single soul around. Making my was to one of the rooftops I noticed everything was completely abandoned; but nothing was taken. People had lived here not too long ago.
I was about to give up searching the area when I heard little feet walking on the floor above me. I rushed up the stairs and found the kid sitting on a camping bench. He was completely covered in dirt again, like he rolled through the mud on purpose. “Go away.” Was the only thing he could bring out.
I sat down next to him. “Can you tell me why you’re here?” No response. “Okay then, let’s try a simpler question. What’s your name?” “Leonard.” “Hi Leonard, how old are you?” “I’m five.” “what is this place to you?” “Home.” Just as I thought. If he is from here it means his parents were probably criminals. “Where are your mama and papa?” “The scary men in blue took them.” Sh*it. This place had been cleaned out by cops. The local police force isn’t much, but it’s enough to clean out this garbage dump of minor criminals apparently. “why weren’t you caught?” Suddenly he jumped off the bench and started yelling.
“Cause mama hid me in the boxes and then she got caught and papa too and I heard two booms and now they’re gone!” Leonard fell on the ground and started sobbing uncontrollably. I stood up in front of him. “Are you mad at them; for leaving you behind? Or are you mad at the blue men for taking them?” Leonard looked up to me through his tears. “The blue men.”
“Good. Now push me over.” “What?” “Push me.” Leonard’s face filled with determination and he shoved me to the ground. He already looked a bit less upset. “Feel better?”
“Yeah.” I sat back up and looked at the trembling child in front of me. “Listen, I don’t have to be your new mama or anything, but I can protect you from the blue men.”
Leonard scoffed. “How would you do that?” I smiled at him. “I’ll tell you a secret. I am actually a super ninja who goes on secret missions to protect the world. I work with a force against the blue men; just like Llama woman.” Thank god I’m a good liar, because telling the kid I am the leader of a mafia might be a bit hard on a five year old who just suffered major trauma. “Really?” “Really. Now let’s go home and you can meet my family.” “I thought they didn’t like me?” “They’ll have to, I’m Llama woman.”
Entry 2.25: Last page
I have officially reached the last page of this notebook. I am pretty godda*mn proud of it for lasting over 20 years. I suppose it did help that I sometimes lost it for years at a time. For this last page, I want to write a conclusion to my story. When I read the first couple of pages in this thing I can look back on how helpless I was. I was sad, lonely and hated my job. I don’t know exactly when, but at some point I turned that sadness into anger and used it to fuel my life and career. I stopped wallowing in self-pity and became the woman I am today; Strong, Fierce and beyond fuc*ked up. I topped my career, gave birth to four wonderful kids have a great marriage and even an enemy to plum about. But what I have only recently realized is that I am not just a powerful woman, a loving mother and wife or an angsty teenager. I am all of those people, because they are all things I have been throughout my life. With grumpy old hag soon to be added to the list. But before you imaginary readers start grabbing tissues, this may be my last page, but it isn’t the ned of everything. I gave Damien a journal too, a couple of years ago. Possibly he will give one to his kids, who knows. Jesus Christ this got sappy, I might have reached sentimental old lady stage before It’s time. Just remember nothing is gone forever. This is just the End of the beginning. –Mika