06October2022
I don’t know what possessed my parents to want to come to Convergence. Wasn’t there a comet that hit here not long ago? What if it’s radioactive? What if it’s a trap? See, this is why people die in the movies. They ALWAYS have to go 'investigate' the scene, or go towards the danger. Don't investigate. Don't go to the danger. Run AWAY from it. Not 'Brady Bunch, Sunshine day' walk to it. Nothing sunny about danger. Honestly, I feel stupid for even writing in this Diary, but Magus gifted it to me. Magus was my 'Therapist', and uncle. Still my Uncle, but no longer my therapist since he did what the smart kids did and stayed away from Convergence. The book is nice though. Its worn leather with very beautiful gem cuts on it and parchment paper from his old book of Shadows. It is also latched with a lock. The key is beautiful too. It looks like an old fashion sort with a Emerald Gem in the middle of a Pentagram. He told me to write everything that happens to me as a means to vent and ‘self-therapy.’ I can tell you right now, it isn’t working. Well, this is only time I’ve written in it so I suppose it takes some time to kick in. Fine, I’ll start from the beginning. I’m Elizabeth. I prefer to be called ‘Bess’, but everyone, except my parents, lack the capability to do so thus they call me ‘Liz’ because it’s easier or ‘the norm.’ I’m far from normal though—then again that’s a funny statement now that the world is known to have Supernaturals. My parents happen to be on that boat of ‘Supernaturals’. They are Magic users, or Mages. Unfortunately, I didn’t inherit anything cool. Nope, I’m just a normal Human and honestly, I prefer it that way. I mean, so what I’ll be dead before my parents? So what my mother will probably still look like this foxy mama and people will mistake ME as the grandmother? I’d rather do my time on earth and move on, too much has happened in just four years. More than I wanted to ever see. You see, I was going to have an amazing life. I got accepted into San Diego State University. ‘Oh wow, how lame’ You might say. And I get it, I could have went to some Ballet company with my skills and called it a day, but I didn’t want the limelight on me, I wanted to teach kids to dance and go to those places. I wanted to be a Dance Teacher. Not to say I didn’t have some limelight on me. I mean, I was a Cheerleader; flyer to be exact, and I was going to marry my best friend, John, who proposed to me at Islands of Adventure in Hogsmeade. (Yes, I was and still am a Harry Potter nerd. No, I know their isn’t a Hogwarts that my parents attended.) Anyway, I remember I had on my Ravenclaw robes and he had on his Slytherin ones. Mind you, he wasn’t into Harry Potter but he did it for me. He was an athletic guy with Olive skin and a smile that gave me chills. He had the face to model some expensive name brand clothing on fashion week, but he wasn't shallow. He was the first man I ever kissed, and he was going to be the only man I’d spend my little bit of human years with. Kids and a house and a cute little dog name Tinkerbelle to boot would have all come thereafter. Being Mrs. Johnson was the next big step in my life. John was the blazing important light of my life; my parents being the first big and important people. All that was taken with the D-13. He became infected. I admit a part of me just wanted to join him, but then I had to fight to survive. I don’t know what hurts more. The fact that I was the one to survive or the fact I was the one to end him..
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Well, Diary, we’re here and soon I’ll be off this boat and walking on land again. I can only hope for a fresh start, new friends, and a place to call home....I wish John was with me.
When one door closes, another opens..I've seen this happen a lot of times during my adventures in SL. Today was no exceptions.
