Entry 10

Hey journal. Or Mom. Or me. I don't know anymore. A lot has happened since I last wrote in here. I'm an outlaw now, I think. I guess I already was, but now we all are. We've been out in the woods with guards after us. And there's a rebel group, and I met a goliath woman, and the cult's back. But I haven't felt like I should write any of it.
 
The first entry feels like a year ago. It's been a really long month and a half. But when I started this journal, I told myself it was to keep track of what was happening to me. Now, I'm realizing that it was just a way to keep from talking to the others. Things are getting really serious. And I think I need to figure out how to talk to them. I don't know how to keep dealing with everything on my own anymore. And this journal is keeping me from doing that. With Darrow, with the cult, with my family, with you.
 
I don't think I'm going to get answers about who I am anytime soon. I don't know if it matters anymore. So for now, this is it. I'm gonna tuck this journal away, and I'm gonna count on people like Hubert and Keo to tell the story. I have enough to worry about for now. And I need to learn how to talk to them. I didn't think it would help, but after that conversation I had with Po...
 
I'm gonna miss writing to you, Mom. And I'm sorry if I'm still not the daughter you told me I'd be. But I'm trying. I'm trying really, really hard. I'll still hold your pendant tomorrow, just like I do every year. But after that, I'm gonna have to focus on saving the world again. I didn't really want that to be my job. But it is now. And I'm gonna do everything I can to do it right.