Mιᥣᥕᥲᥙkᥱᥱ: What is happening?

February 16, 2000.
A few months ago, like.. one or two i moved with my family to some abandoned by hope town. We're on some.. uh... ¿ Forest? around Milwaukee, mississippi; it's kind of... too much ugly for me. The place is covered my police officers and old people, it's pretty bored.

The snow cover all this town, even the pretty river; it's freezing here. 

I want my home in kioto again, miss my buddies.

February 29, 2000.

I went to the video club that's around here tday, and weirdly they had some bands that i like, so i bought it. 


April 9, 2000.

I was.. my god this is like, crazy! I was on the forest, driving my bike all chill and, well nvm, I find a car.

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There was an... a person, inside. It was a man, very young. The.. man was dead. His face was ripped off. 

I call the police inmediately, they arrive pretty soon afortunately.

One of the polices gave a blanket and explain me the situation. He was very kind and patient even if when he was evidently stressed. and was masked, so i don't remember his face at all, but im very gratefull though.

After, like.. five or ten minutes, can't remember very well, of discussing all the situation they asked me if i can show them the route i took from the forest.

IT WAS BONES THERE. HUMAN BONES.

They took me out of there and im.. i still feeling weird, my mum made me a tea and the masked police officer explain everything to her and that it wasn't secure to let me stay out of home at those hours. 

Im scared. I knew this place wasn't very secure for all the police officers around here but i.. wasn't expecting THIS kind of danger.

April 10, 2000.
It's the next day, today everything was pretty moved. 

Im very stressed.

First of all, i couldn't sleep at all. The image of that man's face was... horrible. I had to start the day at 8 o'clock so it was even worse. I touch the body yesterday, so the police had to make me a lot of test for the DNA wich was very annoying. 

I had a my breakfast on the police station, wasn't very delicius. A detective has to made me an interview, his name was "Raven Whitaker". If imn't wrong, raven means some sort of bird.

He was very tall, his eyes looked tired though. His acctitud was like "I know it wasn't you but i need to do my job" so that interview wasn't very pleasant. He asked me how and when i found the body, and why i toucht it. 

I WOULD TO TELL HIM "ISN'T OBVIUS? HE COULD BE SOME ADDICT" but i just wasn't gonna say that.

I told him that if that man was alive he would be living in an abandoned car on the forest, wich is something to be worried abt. He agree as well. I asnwered his questions as clearly i could, still conmosionated, yk. I'd like to take all this situation with humor  but is in fact, imposible. All this, the body WITOUTH FACE that i just have seen.. all of this is.. crazy.

I just want to feel safe around my own neighourhood again. Because this feeling.. i can't wish it to anyone.

The day ended slow as posible, i had to sign a fucking pile of documents to confirm my innocence and i spend almost my whole day into that comisary. Raven, the detective, was pretty worried actually. That suprise me. IT WAS ON HIS OWN WAY TO DO IT, but i knew he was, even with some cold looking almost every minute. He brought me coffe and fast chinesse food when he could. Dunno if thats kinda racist or not, but it was tasty. 

Im in my home now, obs. My mum and sisrters were very worried about me, after all i had to be all day alone in the comisary. for diner my mummy got us curry and dumplings, they were delicius. also tea. I know she worried so much for this, wich is in fact, the correct way to act in this situation. But it's hard to see her forcing so much, she is kinda like an old lady! so, i don't want she to put this much effor on me. So.. that was my day.. very.. i.. i don't even know by now. Bye.