Entry Four

Regarding support and doubts.

Melody has been trying to get me to relax recently (don’t know how she expects me to do that after what happened at work) in some pretty unorthodox ways. One of those ways was taking me to a pet shop. She knows I don’t like animals. I am very confused about why she thought this would help. Anyway, she thought that seeing some demonic furballs would help, so she lead me to the rodents and got the people at the store to let me hold one… long story short, i screamed and almost dropped it because I didn’t expect its tiny claws to be so sharp and it took me off guard.

That only worsened how on edge I feel. We were made to promise that we would never distribute what we saw in there, and we only agreed because of the various injuries we received, and the fact that what they were going to make Archer do to herself were less than pleasant. Even if they’ve said that no harm will come to us as long as we do as they say, the fact that we still have to come into work every day and pretend like nothing happened is terrifying. Like, what do I tell people when they ask about the fact that I'm missing a limb? It's not like no ones gonna care, I have plenty of coworkers I’m friendly with, and who I work with on a nearly day to day basis.

And what will Melody say about all of her injuries? That she got in a car crash or something? Won't people question why we’re coming into work while still recovering? And Archer… I can’t let her go back into that wing of the building, I refuse to. But we’ve already been off for a week, cause that's how much time the administration thinks it takes for broken bones to heal, so we can’t take any more chances.