You can make feel like it isn't so.

[queenalexia]

Tch.

Day Forty Nine
Your Name: Alexia Ashford. The same as it has been since my arrival.
Suicidal Ideation: 0/10.
Homicidal Ideation: 10/10.
Amount of Sleep Last Night: Next to none. My hand is quite painful, if you must know, wretches.
Any Lucid or Vivid Dreams? Explain.: None.
Moods Experienced Today: Anger, pain, outrage.
Mood Triggers: They

Comments

[privated, of course]

[hollowine]

Manage? Tell me what I can do to help.

[private is private]

[queenalexia]

I.. I'm not sure.

I just feel much frustration lately. These walls are too confining some days, even to a woman raised working in cramped underground facilities.

[prrrrivate]

[hollowine]

I see . . . Perhaps during the next outside time you should take a walk? Some fresh air might help.

How is your hand?

[prrrrivate]

[queenalexia]

I've yet to even venture outside. It is most cold, and I do not know the area well. Perhaps they would allow me to open a window.. that is one of the things I miss most about Rockfort. Open windows.

It is.. well, not much better. Still painful, but I'll manage. They've given me some pain medication. I can type and write with it, at least.

[itsagoodname]

Who's Alfred, Queenie?

[queenalexia]

Alfred Ashford is my twin brother, and the current head of the Ashford family, in my absence.

[itsagoodname]

Any good reason why they wouldn't let you contact him?

[queenalexia]

None that I can think of.