When I checked the morgue after Ci-Ci killed Jonah, he had
broken out of his metal cabinet. Somehow, he’s still out there kicking. Since
then I’ve been taking self-defense classes and practicing my magic. Next time
that monster and I come face to face, I’ll be ready. Sometimes I miss fairy
dust, but I don’t need it. Coping mechanisms and controlling my emotions, has
been a big help. Learning to control my magic for the first time is probably beneficial
as well.
He’ll be back next year, or maybe sooner. Zodiac is probably
the only killer that just stopped killing, or Jack The Ripper. Most go back to
killing, it’s in their nature. Ci-Ci won’t be here to save me, so I’ll burn his
ass into dust if he comes for me.
I finished my story, but I never sent it out to be published
anywhere. Decided to publish it on the site I had the kid build for me. I realized
there’s a market out there that doesn’t really have news like they should. The
supernatural world. I published it there instead. I’ve decided I’m going to
report on the supernatural world. The people who read will know what they need
to know, or they’ll think it’s some really detailed online fiction. I’m fine with
that, the majority of people will just think I’m really into magic and Chicago,
but some people will be helped.
That’s my new thing, finding ways to help people, which is
really just to help myself. I’ve been fighting internally for a long time but I
think I’ve finally found a way to be at peace with myself. Unfortunately, or maybe
fortunately, people felt inspired by my story in Narcotics Anonymous. I’ve been
studying, I plan to start my own group, maybe not like NA. Something similar,
something with less praying for help and more helping yourself, or getting help
for others.
I make my way into the kitchen and fill a bowl of ice cream.
I haven’t had a good binge in a while. I head over to the cabinet, to grab some
iced oatmeal cookies. There aren’t any, I always keep some. Who could have taken
my cookies? Tituba. I can hear her laughing now, I told her where the cookies
were when she was here. That old lady owes me some cookies.
