Last night I went with Mitch to the corner store to pick
up a pair of glasses. At least he can now see where he goes. As we walked hom,
he asked, out of the blue, where my father lives. When I tell him, he suggested
I confront the man when I am healed enough to.
Kami-sama...the thought terrifies me. He is the worst deamon I've ever faced.
This man stole my childhood...battered my mind and body. He was the first to
hate me in the way most men love their women. I was seven...a child...nothing
more... He was the first to break my body...and the first to make me yearn for
death...
Even after all I've been through...the pain...torture...loss...dealt at the
hands of strangers hungry for the power I harbor, he is still the one who brings
the worst of nightmares...
Demo...
I...am not the same person I was then...I am stronger...andMitch was right. I
have friends now...a true family... My brother...sisters...son...friends...help
so much... and my tomodachi himself does help me, though he does not seem to
know it, or refuses to accept it.
He faced Freeman...why can I not face my own father?
Wakarimasen...