[Locked to Angels]

[worseforfears]

...okay, it's weird that my journal is showing me other people's notes and journal entries, and that they can comment on mine.  It's never done that before.

But first day in a new place, run by a First?  Not too surprised.  I just hope that I can use this like a blog.  Y'know, lock some entries to some people, make some absolutely private.

One of the people's entries... he's working for demons.  I have to figure out who he is.  I don't know if it's so I can make a point to look at him or make a point not to look at him.  On the one hand... I can't imagine having to go through all that on your own.  I wouldn't want him to.  If they killed him, I mean.  But on the other...

Well, one, do I really want to do the death of someone I might know again?  Also, demons.  They'd probably kill me in a heartbeat.

I have to think about this.  God, I don't know what to do.  (And god, I wish that God were real.  Or at least that he talked to us.)


Have a space on my wrist saved for the answer to "why us?"  I think that if I ever found out... I'd be able to take it all better.  Maybe I'd last longer.  Not to be depressing and cynical (oh, wait, I do mean to be that) - I honestly don't know how much longer I can take this.  A year, maybe two tops?

I keep thinking about falling.  But I'm too scared.

Comments

[deathbytoast.livejournal.com]

He's a nice fellow, that one who works for demons.

Didn't look him in the eye though, couldn't risk it.

Definitely worth a hello, I think.

....I think if you ever do find out that answer, I'll get that tattoo with you.

[worseforfears.livejournal.com]

I can give you the tattoo. I'm pretty good, did all the ones on my right hand up to my elbow myself.

[deathbytoast.livejournal.com]

It's a deal then.

[brandedfirst.livejournal.com]

If you see his death, you tell me. Immediately. Call. Don't wait. Not for a second. Understand?


Falling isn't easy, it's more difficult than awakening, but if you decide that's what you want I will help you.

[worseforfears.livejournal.com]

I promise.

And... thanks. For everything. I really mean that.