1.the start of the end
year 1960...five years after the pope was assaulted, Selena is currently still in russia Caleb is at the institute, and the world continues to spin...
'Is this real or is this a dream? Do I find myself again in wonderland, or am I wide awake? What's happened so far can only be called an adventure, but will I wake up in a shattered dream? Is being awake a matter of being in a severed wonderland...or am I wide awake strange Truth is truly stranger than fiction I find myself being chased again, damn three times in one week, gotta be a record Day in and Day out I'm out
collecting whatever I can find, scraps, pieces whatever I can to make my next meal, this is my story the forgotten Diary was the first part, and now you get to see what happened on the flip side. Once again I come home or well not it's the house that Sarah and I came back to after the orphanage closed down, sure we'd be pushed to another house but I wouldn't be caught dead and moved from the house that held our memories, I push open the door and drop what I have
from my purse onto the table, and Sarah comes in and kisses me I smile we've been going out for the past couple of years and it's serious, but we try to not make it too serious, we're already dealing with serious lives. I sigh and walk over to the mini-fridge, pull out a Rockstar, and drink it down, and sigh. I wince when I remove my shirt because there's a massive slash across my back
. Of course, the people are now using taser rods. I wince, and Sarah gasped. "Oh, my god, babe, that burns mark who hurt you?"
I wince and shoo her off. "It's not important one of the main workers at a restaurant I probably wouldn't be able to pronounce anyway" I sigh and start a fire with my power set the fish I managed to catch cooking I know Sarah and I like to fish, it's only been a couple of years that my brother was...well you know the story, it's been a good few years since I saw Caleb and Selena
black bagged in front of me and Judas take control of the operation ohh that scumbag but I try to not hiss at the brother of my beloved. It takes very little to make me walk down the memory lane of my brother Ciaran and my sister. There was a lot that happened that day
