Dear diary,
Welcome back Rue. Is it rude or weird to welcome myself back? Probably, but being alone for so long makes you care less. You know, I have tried to make friends throughout my lifetime, but I guess I just have a knack for making people turn away from me. I certainly do not mean that in a bad way. I am glad that no one wants to converse with me for long periods of time. Look at my life, it is dangerous and not for the faint of heart. I would probably put them in danger, constantly, and they would not even know why. Or maybe it would be beneficial, as I could help them often. Either way I know life is going exactly as it should, or at least I hope so.
Today it was raining, I love the rain, especially the sounds it makes. I was walking down the street when I heard some whispers. The whispers were nearly silent and I had to zone in just to barely hear them. I followed the whispering and found a man that had bags under his eyes and he looked like he had not eaten in awhile, as I could see some outlines of his bones. I approached him. I was not thinking about the consequences of being so up front, I just knew I needed to do this fast. Unfortunately this lead the guy to grab my wrist and start whispering to me. The words almost sounded like a sirens call but in whisper form, as I felt myself getting dragged in. I was fortunately able to resist and pull myself away. Then I started absorbing the secrets and cleansing the man. The whispers turned to screams as I continued what I was doing. Eventually I finished and leaned over, heaving some as I recovered. The man? Well he ran as soon as I was done. I am okay with that, people do not need to thank me.
Soon I came back to my bed, to my comfort, I am tired today.
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