I've been gone..

It feels like forever now. I.. shit, might as well just say it. An evil man named David found me on the way to my friend's house. Why'd he come for me? Because I am friends with Ronan, the Mad Ventriloquist. Here I was worrying about a regular human stalker, I should have been worrying about him. He.. he hurt me, the entire time I was gone. I've been in the hospital since they found me. God, so much happened in two days. He.. I can't, won't put in a place children can accidentally see. Hell, anyone that hasn't been through hell has no place seeing it. I'm putting what happened  on my other blog, The Jester's Folly, so if you really want to.. you can see it. For the followers of the other one, I'm sorry. That's the best I can do from where I'm at.

I'm in a good deal of pain, but the painkillers are helping for the moment. I don't know what else to tell you. Bad shit happened, someone found me without really even trying, and my hopes are so far past dead... he fucked my head up pretty badly while I was gone. It's a miracle that the sick bastard gave me back my shit when he was done, let alone the doctors letting me write this. I told them I'd pop all my stitches and walk by myself if they didn't leave me the fuck alone.

(laugh) It's not like there's anyone to catch me if I fell here. If you want to find me, go for it. Everyone apparently knows where i am now. Besides, just check the local news. I made all the headlines. I'm so FUCKING POPULAR NOW! The doctors are hovering, so that's it. See you on the other side.


  1. Dia...I'm so sorry I can never do anything to help. You never deserved anything that's come to you, let alone that. I don't know what to say, other than I'm here for you if that could possibly mean anything now. If there's anything on earth I can do to help, ask. Just ask. You're my friend and damnit, I'm going to show it even if it's a futile gesture. Karma has some shitty timing but I'm sure it'll find its way back to you for all the good you've done.

  2. ...i read it all, Dia. all of it on the other blog.

    i don't know what to say besides, "i'm sorry". it was horrible, but i forced myself to read it. i felt like i owed you that much for suggesting that you go somewhere. i thought it was a good idea at the time... heal well, ok?

  3. I'll repeat this here.

    I'll fucking murder him.

  4. This is...just...I'm sorry, Dia. That guy...

    David! I know you'll read this. I want to deliver a message to you. I don't care what Ronan thinks about it...You deserve to die for this.

    And you know how you deserve to die? I'll tell you.

    Quickly. Without a struggle or a note of suspense.

    I WILL make you pay for what you've done to Dia, and every other poor soul you've tortured. I won't bother with elaborate schemes or plots. I will shoot you square in the head.

    That's right, David. That's how you'll die. No dramatic fight to the finish. No soul reaching conflict. Just one shot and you're another murderer lying on the ground.

    And all anyone will remember of you is that you were done in by a kid.

  5. My deepest apologies. No one deserves this treatment. I pray that you find someone to protect you now that David has unfortunately shown to others that it is possible to find you.

    I am so sorry.

  6. Oh gosh. I feel so bad about complaining about my cold now.

    I mean, hopefully you'll come out of it stronger, but that's no excuse. There is never an excuse.

    It reminds me of something that happened to me once - though it wasn't as destructive as this. I hope you heal well, both mentally and physically.

    And even though we don't know each other, I'd like you to know that you have my support. Rest well.


  7. Well, I'm just relieved you're ok. Don't annoy the doctors too much. They have the knock out drugs. If they want to, they can make you loopy (and helpless).

  8. Dia...I’m so sorry. But I’m glad you are...more or less...okay.

  9. Dia- Send him my way.

    Until Next Time.

  10. I've been holding off on saying anything here because I wasn't sure you'd want to hear from a proxy after what happened to you...

    I'm sorry Dia... rest.. heal... but don't give up.
    Remember why I call you Brightsky.

  11. I'm checking in, alive and mostly intact. I'm taking a...hiatus of sorts. Typing still hurts, and he didn't break me as much as he would have liked. I've been released, as much as that matters. He... god damn it. I still believe in redemption, even his. I won't be the one guiding him or anyone else.

    At the end, knowing people care helps. Some.

  12. I'm gonna fucking kill him.




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