Fools. *laughs uncontrollably while writing the words on the paper with furious strokes*

Foolsfoolsfools. What does it matter? What does their small -

*starts sobbing suddenly*

Mother! No! Let her be you dirty rat! Nonono! You never wanted me. You never told me, but I do NOT care. I eat blood now. I can get blood here. Sweet lovely purifying. Essence.

*at this point the style of the writing changes completely, it becomes neat, almost like done with a ruler*

Today killed: 20 rats. Yesterday killed: 40 rats. Note to self: People kill rats and leave them to rotten. Must check more freguently. Must not waste any. Note to self: People disturb us. Yes they do, my sweet one. What can we do about that? Note to self: *large splashes of ink drop to the paper*

Thisworldain'trealitmustbeadreamIwanttogohomeohIsowanttogohomeGOHOMEyoudirtysnivelingbastard -

*everything falls quiet in the corner where she's been sitting*

I ran away. I wish I had killed him. It was mother, it was her, I tell! The blood all over me, I tasted it in my tongue, my face covered in the salty red essence of his being.

Mother said to me, they will never believe me. They will never believe it was not me. That I have to run. So I did.

Run child run, so that the bad men won’t have you, won’t have you.

The soft flesh of my mother, fragile flower on the field, she was never satisfied - happy, so happy - her skin, bruised and smelled of roses still. He hit me too, I wish I had done it.

I remember - a dream. Life is a dream. Many dreams. I will not let her control me anymore. Nor the other. There are so many.

I think he saw it in me. That is why he hit me. Maybe he saw it in mother too. Or so I remember. Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe there was no mother, no him.

I am done hunting rats, for now. I met him again. I thought there will be no order in my mind, ever. Because she is so strong. I knew she would take me one day. But he said he will help me, to get them all out. Then there will be only me.

[a large blotch of red substance covers most of the page, and the text is barely readable]

Lib does not like my thinking. She says it is dangerous to us. She says we will get it elsewhere, no need to do this. But why should I listen to her. She says she has kept us safe, kept us alive. It is true. But she did not make it go away. She can mind her own business.

He said he’d help us, but do I want it? Lib does not want it, she says we don’t need him. She is afraid, I can sense it. She is afraid I will abandon her. Still she does not want to do it. She wants us to stay in the dark, always in the dark. She says we can drink blood from the rats. But I have had enough rats! Enough, say I! - So soft, so warm... rats, they are all over us, now.

I do remember, the knife in my hand. And the blood, it was all over us. No, not us then, her. I wonder if mother is still alive?

Lib scolded me today. She said I have endangered us all. But she likes the thrill, I know she does!

[ink has been spread here so that it makes a blotch that could be interpreted as a nozzle of some animal with large teeth]

So soft so soft, I wish I could touch and feel. I eat the meat, I drink the blood, but it is not enough. It will never go away, it will never.

He would not eat the meat, silly man, meat is good. Blood is good. The other one, he knew it. He tasted the blood, he tasted the power it has. Power to set free, yes my love. We can be free, free by the blood. We need it...

His blood showed me the way.