Ignoring does not only mean not looking

Inhabitants of Zinge, over whom the star Canopus rises every night, are always gay and without sorrow. This, she believed, was dumb. She flicked her lighter on and off. Because she was not an inhabitant of Zinge, she was just there right now, and she was not without sorrow.

Which meant the people around her made her irritated. Irritation on top of sorrow made for a much less than happy lady.

She was offered food and drink. She declined both, remaining on the edge of civilization. The people would leave, return, all unaffected by her reaction.

She was not only sorrowful and irritated. Now she felt ignored. They did not accept how she felt. She felt hate.

She flicked her lighter on.

When at fault, take responsibility

There are killers in the forest, they always said at the same time as I looked out the window, fingers itching and ready to go exploring. Never go into the forest alone.

Now that I’ve made that mistake, let me tell you… They were right. There are definitely killers in the woods. And I may have given them the key to get out.

No freaking out now though. And I’m not making it up. We have to do something to make sure they can’t cross the bridge. People say that there is something about bridges and doors that keep evil on the other side, but hoo boy. Let me tell you something. That only counts before someone does it first. If I’d never gone…

Am I too calm? Probably. I’ve had some time to think about my mistakes. That, and it’s in my head now. Don’t worry, it can’t do anything. Yet.

So yeah, I need your help.