Dear diary, I’ll never forget when I first went to the farm and saw those pigs. They smelled awful, they were dirty…All this work taking care of them just for them to die and become meat. That reminded me all too well of him. He stunk, he was dirty, he was spoiled…Then, he died. Just as pigs do. He’s a pig, alright. Biting at the hands that fed him and eating no matter how outdated it was. To top it all off, I’ll never forget what he did when I was thirteen. I could defend myself then. A small, defenseless science project whose brain was still developing due to all the mutations they granted me. But I should’ve told someone about it. But I was scared. Scared he’d do it again, scared that he’d…But that was three years ago. You’re sixteen now, Goldie. He’s gone. You’re safe. You’ve got Fleur and the others to protect you. Speaking of, I’ll never forget the day I told her. She’s the only person I told. Yet…Not the only person that knew. On the day of the lab’s collapse, I remember a hooded woman decorating the floor with his brains…It was traumatising, but…I was finally free of him. Then the building collapsed. His body was buried under the rubble and broken glass along with the damaged equipment they had once used to horribly ruin the lives of others. The machines that removed all humanity…Good riddance. -Goldie

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