Thursday, June 2, 2011

Damien's Notebook: Introduction

I finally got Damien's notebook back from Judith today. I'm not sure how big of a fan I am of her taking it home with her. I... This notebook is weird. I mean, of course it's weird. It never fucking ends. That isn't quite what I mean, though. The only word I can come up to describe it is "fascinating". There's something about it that just makes you want to read it.

I don't like it.

Judith had her nose in it the entire time she was here after Brett was caught (may he rot in whatever institution they send him to). I honestly tried to convince her to stop, to listen to what some of you were saying about how dangerous it is. I tried, and she would for awhile, but I'd turn around and next thing I know she was reading it again. I asked her to leave the notebook with me when she left Sunday morning. She agreed. I tried to find it a few hours later, but it was gone. She'd smuggled it out in her purse.

I'm... concerned, which is why I'm keeping the notebook here with me for the time being.

I promised pictures of this thing awhile back. I took some. Swear to god I did. The thing is... Every picture file turned out corrupted. I'd take a picture with my camera and upload it to my computer, only to get a useless file. I'd take a picture with my phone and send it to my laptop, only to receive a useless file. I took a picture with my webcam and would go to open it, only to find a useless file. Picture of my camera's preview screen with my phone, useless file. Picture of the preview on my camera of the "preview" on my webcam with my phone, useless file. Every picture that contains so much as the corner of the notebook in the frame turns out as a useless file.

So... no pictures. I will, however, go ahead and transcribe anything interesting I happen to find on here. Kiera made it very clear that I wasn't supposed to post anything by "TheArsonist". Lucky for her, I'm in a good mood with Brett gone. I'll listen, for the time being. I'm much more interested in Damien anyways.

I'll post the first major entry tomorrow. However, here's a shorter one, just to give you a taste of what's to come...


I dreamed about him again, wearing his suit and tie. I can't remember his face, but I know who he was, know how beautiful he would be if I just remembered. He took me out on the town, to a restaurant grander than anything I could ever imagine. Then, we went out for a walk in the park. He led me into the woods, and I followed willingly. How could I not? He was so (what's a good word?) compelling. He stepped towards me until I was left with my back was against a tree. He leaned in close as he touched my face and and I woke up.

I don't understand."


  1. Your funeral, guys. No point in warning you about the hell you're about to jump into if you're not going to listen.

  2. Damien's entries are going to be filtered by theArsonist. Anything TA didn't want Damien (or us) to know will not appear. Remember that.

    Don't trust Kiera.

  3. So says the guy who's remaining completely anonymous. Yeah. Thanks for the good advice, person-who-could-be-anyone. Don't think he should trust you, either.

  4. Are you sure you that's Damien's journal, Not his slashfic collection?

  5. He shouldn't trust any of us, "Andy". The difference is I'm on the internet and Kiera can meet him in person.
    Also, it helps to not paint a target on one's self, staying anonymous.

  6. Well I'll be fucking damned. You're actually capable of LISTENING, little boy? Oh my. What's next? You'll make a good decision and walk away?

    No, not Alex, King of the Douches. You're far too ambitious for that.

    I dislike you spitting upon a dead man's legacy, but Skhisma and I agreed to let you have that book to use as you wish. Don't have any fucking idea why Skhisma decided that, but I don't ask.

    As for you, Judith, let Alex keep the book for now. I know how much you want to read it. I know how it calls to you. Still, I'd rather have you around, my dear, than your bastard of a boyfriend. You're far better than he fucking deserves.

    Finally, to the worms who apparently feel you can't trust me, all I have to say is that there is a reason you are worms and I am not. Trust me or distrust me. I don't fucking care. I simply know how to perform this dance. If you choose not to follow my lead, no blood on my hands.

  7. Why you hurt so good, kiki?

  8. Come over here sometime and I'll show you how good I can really make you hurt, asshole.

  9. We are often drawn to the forbidden. Learn from this.