crushed flowers

[Eloise]

August 23rd, 2020

With this entry, I decided to collect a few chrysanthemum flower petals and will press them in between these two pages to further press the significance of their meaning into the parchment. You see, 'mums' as they're sometimes referred to have a few meanings: happiness, longevity, joy, and so on; however, in Asian and European cultures use chrysanthemums during funeral services. Perhaps it's because of my twisted humor, but that night, our second one here in Harper Rock, my father came clean on becoming an actual vampire and was turned by a woman whom had assisted me the night before his demanded meeting. Was it all a twist of fate? I don't know, really. Either way, seeing the one known as Caligrace along with her best friend whom was also the same as her now coupled with my father just made all the more sense on what I had felt: the air is---was much different around them now. He then offered this 'gift' to us, saying the decision didn't need to be made right then and there. For me, there was no hesitation in me declining the offer. Sure, I could be stronger, faster, and more resistant to all these damn zombie wounds; I felt the losses were far greater than the successes. Besides, Father needs someone during the day to help with the casino, so why shouldn't I do it? I will be his light, his negotiator of the Day while continuing the normal job of Scout and Intel with Mr. Greenberg.

Speaking of, both of us are now at the Harper Rock General Hospital after he had called me up to tell me he was shot by the ******* cops. And for what? Passing a stupid ball to a child? I hate people sometimes and their insufferable transgressions. I should see into having that soldier and cop fired before this week is done. Greenberg had to have surgery, even, having the misfortune of having one of the bullets shot and lodged into his stomach. Just thinking about it makes my own sting from pain. I was lucky, with both going through me. I bled a lot, though, having to force myself to even get on stupid transit to get there, blacking out once seeing an EMS near the entry. Couldn't even ask my ******* sister for help...

She scowled down at her words, her left arm wrapping loosely about her own waist as her journal was balanced on her joined thighs.

I hate not being as strong as some of them. Even little Aubrey is growing stronger and stronger, and here I am straggling behind; however, I will grow strong as a human. I've learned that hardships such as the ones I've grown with makes the worth of your accomplishments all the more sweeter, anyway. Well, I see the surgeon coming. These flower petals are for you, Father, and to everyone in my family that has become the undead.

She pressed the blood red mum petals into the pages, each one for each relative, as it was closed.

[Eloise]

August 25th, 2020

This entry will be mildly short, but I wanted to jot down what has occured in the last day and a half. More soldiers have attacked Mr. Greenberg and he barely managed to get his cell phone out to call me. I had found him in alley, the nauseating deja vu hitting me like a large lump in my stomach as even more blood drenched that space. I didn't even care that it got on my designer clothes, just needed to get him home. I called Every and she was willing to help. His blood was regiven, bullets retracted from his body to counter infection, and now dressed up with bandages. She spoke of Caligrace working on getting a tome to the Penthouse for everyone, apologizing for me nagging over it. When he gets it, I'll probably travel with him there if he's not fully recovered yet; for now, I'm currently watching over him. He's slept a lot, but I planned on making some soup once he woke up. When I went shopping, I passed a flower shop and purchased one pink peony. The flower, so beautiful, will pressed against these pages to remind for things to be healed.

...I don't think I hate Mr. Greenberg anymore.

[Eloise]

October 2nd(maybe?), 2009
holy ******* ****, what the **** even happened? elo and i were just trying to break into big shot's place. i was able to disable their security alarms, was even smart to bring something for their doberman dog to earn its love and trust; the ****** WAS THERE IN THE HOUSE WITH SOME SLEAZY HOOKER. ****. he was supposed to be on some business trip while his young fiancee was out doing some shopping and having some laughs with her friends. her rituals were---anyway. the guy had jumped me, and had slammed against the dresser that elo did the only thing she could: she shot the ********. that blonde screamed so loud that it made my ears ring just as much as the gunshot did. it was more than once, too.

bang, bang, bang, boy.

his body fell down on mine like lead, elodie having then come over to shove him off. she seemed to have gotten over the initial shock of it all while i was there, shaking and covered in his vile blood. we took what we had in hand, my twin telling the hooker to mind her ******* business before we ran off. we didn't have much time, and all i could think of to call was our brother, junebug. he immediately answered with his affable nature, but realized just how serious things were by the way my voice tremored and how elodie was shouting on what to even do. he came over seven minutes later, surprised at this point the cops haven't even been notified by surrouding neighbors and he just...casually started helping us clean up everything. i mean. even the dude's body. what the ****. what the **** is even happening.

[Eloise]

September 1st, 2020

It's been relatively quiet in my world for the past few days. I've been able to advance going to the Gangland Slums and beat the **** out of some so-called enforcers and others with ease, but some are able to get the upper hand on me; I don't give up easily. I spoke with both Every, then Caligrace in private about the text conversation that had started off funny turned into a tense dispute between Papa and them. I understand his standpoint, but I also get theirs. Just hope they square **** away...Caligrace is going to be walking me around the city soon, give me some ideas on a project I wanted to do. Also, I made Junie B throw up with some cake I made(semi on accident, but he also kind of deserved it). At least I helped him clean it up. ...Mr. Greenberg liked it.

Next time, maybe I should make something gross so he hates it. Ugh. Everyone making fun of us is just aggravating me. I need to pick up my katana and do some exercises.