Bio
Name: Daniel Robert Lance Big Plume
Nickname: Saturnyne
Birthday: May 3, 1980
Age: 26
Sun Sign: Taurus
Moon Sign: Sagittarius
Chinese Zodiac: Monkey (Born)
Height: 170 cm
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Status: Single
Favorites
Color: Blue
Food: Chicken
Animal: Cat
Anime: Sailormoon
Show: CSI
PJ's: Sweatpants/ T-shirt
Pokemon: Porygon
Website: NHB Radio
My Linux Desktop
Current Moods
Song: Dog's A Best Friend's Dog
Links
Official Sins Of Science Homepage
Space-Kitten.Org
Wing Commander CIC
Tears For Fears
Contact
Email: saturnyne1d@netscape.net
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Friday, August 09, 2002
5:24 PM He and I convinced Andrea to stay. All the doctors and mom are gone now. Only us and Andrea. He doesn't want Andrea, so I can have her for myself. I'm glad for that. When I got out of bed, I floated over to her, and we took a walk. I finally know where I am. I am in the hospital, but I'm not easily found. There is a secret door in the hospital basement, behind a wall in the morgue. I thought it macabre, but in my head, He smirked at the idea. Andrea just walked quietly beside me. Doesn't she love me?
Thursday, August 08, 2002 5:23 AM As I slept, I dreamed of the man/creature. He has helped me where no one has helped me before. It feels like He always understands me, and always wants to give me what I want. I think that next to Andrea, He is very important to me. I can talk to Him, even when I'm awake. He and I talk to each other in my head when there's no one else around. There's only one doctor left now. The other had his face melted off. We watched and smirked as he writhed in pain and suffering. Oh, how we enjoyed that. We enjoy many things together, Him and I. Oh, how He makes me feel so much better. I was able to walk across the room without touching the floor thanks to Him. I owe Him so much for bringing Andrea back. Mom tried to make Andrea go away again, but we made mom quiet.
Wednesday, August 07, 2002 4:45 AM My wounds still refuse to heal. My body is useless. I cannot walk, and all my bandages are soaked through. They're all dirty since Andrea's not here. I can't even change them or wash myself off. They won't let me out of the bed. I remembered what had happened when the fire started. I was asleep in my room and suddenly the house burned down around me. How I slept through it, I don't know. But the next thing I remember, I was covered from head to toe in bandages, and being wheeled on a bed to this place. Wherever this place is. Last night, mom put my diary on the floor on the other side of the room. When I wanted to write and I couldn't get up, my diary came to me.
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