The police came by today, asking me if I knew of any incidents in the complex recently. I asked what they meant, apparently someone got attacked recently by an unknown assailant.
Yeah...that blood I had on my sword. Fortunately they were just asking the neighbors. Not too sure how good my lie was, but I referred them to the incident with Rika that I had. Even showed them the scab on my head where she banged me with that pipe.
The officer asked me why I hadn't reported it, I sheepishly made up an excuse that she was someone I had met on the internet, and was trying to 'hook up' with her. Apparently they bought it, and eventually went on their way.
Fuck, who did I hurt? What did I do?
God, I can't stand not knowing but if I go confess to the police, I'll miss my chance for vindication on the Solstice. I'm going to dispose of the blade, maybe bury it, I don't know. But my weapon has got to go! I hope that I had nothing to do with it, I *hope* that I cut the /construct/ with it, and not some poor person who had to fend off a deranged me.
I hope so
and as a mood breaker, I noticed this week that apparently my blog lacks credibility in the circles. Well I already started to fix that, getting rid of all that self delusional nonsense. However there's more to come.
I'm officially announcing that starting today, I'm a 26 yo Latina mother of 3, who has bouts of insanity leading her to believe she's stalked by a monster that isn't there, and then dies under mysterious circumstances.
Okay that was a cheap laugh on my end. I suppose I don't have the talent to write something like that.
Take care all. I'll keep posting.