Phew…

Hey, internet.

Wow, I thought that I’ve been stressed out before, but wow, today was exhausting.

You know, this club I’ve been to with Story? Well, I still had a flyer lying around from back then, and Konaa picked it up and was all over it. He insisted on me showing him the club.

It’s called “The Ark” by the way. When I tried to get some help from Google at recalling where the place was, I couldn’t find it there, so no reason to nickname it.
Anyway, we went there together and we had barely arrived when someone called out Konaa’s webhandle. I mean wow, is he a celebrity or something?

Then over came this big, black, scary hunk of a man with a grin that made me dive behind Konaa like a frightened bunny. He had this butchered, slangish way of talking, and immediately started to diss Konaa, who seemed to know him already. He was not very amused and just told him to piss off (that guy was twice the size of Konaa! I have no idea where he takes all that courage from, but I want some of it! D:). I’ll just start to call muscle-mountain by his webhandle here, because Konaa later told me what it was: Riddles. Yes, one of my other regular commenters.

John, Tengwar – if you both plan on visiting anytime soon, too, would you please send me a little note beforehand? Thank you.

Anyway, Riddles didn’t like how Konaa talked back to him at all. At first he got all passive aggressive, saying stuff like: “Oh come on, don’t you remember your oldest bro? How we did this and that together?” (Some really stupid stuff about pantsing George Washington – don’t ask, I don’t even know) and when Konaa still just stayed in place and stood before me all protective, Riddles started to outright threaten him, saying that he would “pound the hell” out of him and that Konaa would be “going to take it, with a smile on his face”. When Konaa shot me a concerned glance Riddles just added that he didn’t care if he frightened “the little Princess” and stepped forward, probably to make his threats true.

And that is where my other hero stepped in again. <3 I don’t know where from and how, but He was suddenly there, between us and Riddles, and just faced him silently. Riddles collapsed, whimpering incoherent stuff, and Konaa just took my hand and pulled me out of there.
I’m so lucky to be surrounded by such great men. :)

On our way back home I learned that this wasn’t the first time Konaa and Riddles met. Obviously, Riddles is the servant out of control who Mister C. mentioned – yes, the one who murdered Brute – and attacked Konaa before. Unfortunately for Riddles, Konaa won.<3 Which explains why Riddles was limping…
It’s pretty obvious that my Prince now tries to get him under control again, but I guess it isn’t very easy.

And our story still doesn’t end here, because when we came home to me, wrapped up in an argument about if Konaa was supposed to leave or not (I’d rather kept him here, he still didn’t seem to be very well…), out of nowhere Mister C.s voice intervenes: “He is perfectly all right, Fiona. And if he wishes to go home, who are we to hold him back?” (He sat in our living room awaiting us! Gosh, that man scared the hell out of me!)
Ngh… so yeah. I wasn’t fully convinced right away, but he had some very good points, so I bought a ticket back for Konaa and let him go. :( Konaa, you better keep your promise to message me if you arrived in one piece tonight, or I’m going to buy all TV stations in your area and let them send nothing but Disney movies and My Little Pony all day!

I think there was something else I wanted to talk about to Mister C., but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was right now…

I also still can’t get to Fiance. Well, maybe I’ll have a chance at the funeral.

So yeah… eventful day -> tired Fi. So I’m going to pass out on my bed now. And by “now” I mean “as soon as Konaa confirmed his well-being”.

Bye, internet.

PS: I’d actually not mind a visit from you at all, John and Tengwar. You seem nice. XD

Back Home

Hey, internet.

Just came back from the club.

Weirdest night ever.

And it doesn’t help that I just thought I saw something move in the shadows around my house. It was probably just a cat. But it was so quick and quiet that I really jumped. I guess being a big fan of Disney and avoiding horror movies on every opportunity doesn’t make me very paranoia-proof.

Okay. I’ll get myself a little glass of water and then type a neat little summary.

Better.  Okay, I’ll try to start after the makeover (because that’s what I did to Story when he arrived at my house).

Officer drove us close to the club. He stayed close, but out of sight – we had him on quick dial and were supposed to call him if anything happened. So inside the freaky stuff happened… There was a bunch of people there who had a child with them. Who brings a child to a gothic-ish club at night? I don’t know. But that child started staring at me. Children do that sometimes, I know, but it was creepy how it looked. I don’t want to describe it, I don’t even want to think about it for long, just… it’s one of the reasons for me being so jumpy for sure. So, all of this started to happen when Story and me actually started having kind of a good time. As in: He was extremly shy and everything, but I felt as if I got closer to him. Then he notices those people, but doesn’t tell me if he recognises anyone of them and – get this – suddenly just runs out of there, leaving me right in the middle of the dance floor.

I… yes, I may have used the opportunity of asking him if he knew the people to get a little bit closer to him. So, together with what happened afterwards, I’ll just take it as a no, Fi, I’m not into you.

So he barges out, I turn around because I didn’t want to go right after him in my frustration overload and this child stands behind me! Right behind me, like in a horror movie or so, staring at me like… I don’t even know! I mean, yes I turned away from it for a second, but not for long enough to walk over to me! And then it started babbling creepy, incoherent stuff about seeing me until its’ mother (???) came over and took it away. It wasn’t long, but it scared me shitless. So I left the club as quickly as I could, being all like “Okay, Fiona, maybe this child just had a mental disorder, the Mommy seemed normal and friendly enough.” when all of a sudden, a guy out of this group of people appears. I don’t even know if he had been there before, I just saw him inside with the others. And he directly approached me, giving me an envelope before I finally could flee to Officer’s car.

Yeah. He was like: “This is what a friend of yours gave me.”

You have may have three guesses who that friend of mine was. In the envelope was a photo of Brute that looked like he had been stalked himself, a blurry picture of a black man and some cryptic messages.

And then I called up Story, he came to the car (I don’t know where he had been, as soon as he came back he was preoccupied with the envelope) and Officer brought us home. And I’m freaked out because whoever those people are, they knew Brute, his murderer and me. Officer told me me to stay the hell out of this from now on and he promised he would have an eye on me. But I’m still scared.

So that’s where I am. Stalked, suspect of murder, known to the real murderers, rejected and paranoid like hell. I thought there was something tapping on my window constantly since I sat down to write this now and now I just want to curl up under my blanket and pretend nothing can get me there. And that’s exactly what I’ll do.

Except I just made the mistake to look at my window and might now not sleep, like, ever again. There was something lying there. A rose. A black rose on my windowsill.

Fuck this. I’ll sleep in Daddy’s bed.