About The Scarlett Kite
Hi! I'm Scarlett Kiteway, I'm 21 years old, a journalism student in Perplex City and this is my blog all about the excitement over the search for the Cube. I'll be keeping track of what the media over there is saying about it, and maybe a little bit about my life as well!
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Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Hello?
Category: me, 04:46 PM
I think this is recording. I can see the words coming up on the display - it should be OK and I.... They've put bandages on my hands. Nothing hurts but I feel so sleepy. I'm, I'm fading in and out. Everything seems very distant, like a dream, or something someone told me once. Kurt came to see me today, I think. Unless it was a dream, but it doesn't seem... He told me all about the different drugs they're giving me, and what the effects are. Kurt knows so many things. He'd found me some literature about tissue regeneration treatments and said I shouldn't worry about my hands because at least 90% of the damage is repairable. They don't hurt. Nothing hurts at all, and my head is very quiet and peaceful. I think it's the drugs. I'm trying to remember what I....
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No, no please, no, I don't, I don't!
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Sorry, I fell asleep. I keep doing that. I think of things and then I lose them again. The doctor said not to fight against it, just allow myself to heal. Sometimes moments come back suddenly, vividly. Just now I thought I was back there... in that.... It's so funny that I was in The Point. I love The Point. It didn't seem like... I thought I was far away, in Anjsbourg again maybe. I...
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Sorry, I. I don't know what I told them. They put needles in my arm and I... there's no way I could warn the Castilles. I don't know.
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It doesn't like it when I cry. It thinks I'm making indistinct words. Funny. Everything seems funny right now. I don't want to make the little machine unhappy, but it's so unhappy. Maybe it's me who's unhappy, but I can't find it in my head. Violet came to see me, after Kurt. She told me about Caine, but it seemed to me like the very last thing in the world to think about. Violet was angry like snow around her hills and valleys and I told her so, but I don't think she understood. She looked at my bandaged hands and cried, and I told her not to cry. I can't remember the last time I saw her cry. I wished my dad was here, to give her icecream like he used to when we were little but he's not. I have to sleep now.