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Disclaimer:
While Violet Hope Magnus is my own creation, I have absolutely no rights to Sanctuary and/or it's characters and world. This is purely for entertainment purposes.
**This journal may contain mention of certain triggery subjects, violence, and adult concepts.**
EDIT: I simply wish to note that there will be a couple new additions to this journal ( Read more... ) -
My name is Violet....
I began this journal in an attempt to free myself of the demons that seem to constantly haunt me. Some days, it works. Most days, it leaves me more confused than when I started, and I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, praying daylight comes before they manage to swallow me whole. I guess we all have our own demons to battle, and I'm luckier ( Read more... ) -
Entry 4: Saving Me
Helen brought flowers to my room today. She brought flowers, and she hugged me and told me I was beautiful. I don’t know how or when this became our routine on mornings after mostly sleepless nights, but years later, the feeling is no less overwhelming than it was the first time she hugged me, the first time she told me I was beautiful, the first ( Read more... ) -
Entry 3: Light My Way
The darkness is consuming. Helen turned on the light before she left, but it does little to ease my fear. I know all too well what lurks in the shadows, waiting to catch me with my guard down. It doesn’t matter how safe I am within these walls. It doesn’t matter that she would give her own life to save mine. If I give in to the security for ( Read more... ) -
Entry 2: In the Dark
I hate nights like this. Nights when I wake up, heart racing, blood pounding in my head, breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps, fighting frantically to free myself from my tangled, sweat-soaked sheets. I struggle to breathe as the images of my nightmare reassert themselves, assaulting me, dredging up feelings I would rather forget. Sometimes I ( Read more... ) -
Entry 1: Life's Dance
My name is Violet Hope Magnus. Violet. The ‘Magnus’ is adoptive rather than biological, and the ‘Hope’ was added later, more of a prayer than a belief, when the orphanage realized I would never be like all the other kids. Hell, Violet isn’t even my real name. It’s a street name, coined because of my strikingly violet eyes that burn in sharp ( Read more... )