was on hold a lot, called three different places, but I did it and now i'm only -7 in the bank
which is a whole hella lot better than 72$

but still sucks

at least i'm not having panic attacks over finances any more xD

Turned off my overdraft protection so it wont happen again

To those of you who are taken I hope you have a wonderful day with your loves~
For those of you who are single like me, keep your head up and remember you're wonderful <3
I love you all :3

I hope you all had a good one! :)

I'm sick AF again rip

I had a dream that my dream mom was like... a very important woman and she knew the apocalypse was coming so she wrote on my collar bone that I was to inherit all she had and be her successor than had a close friend take me away because she knew she soul die. The close friend was a demon and was contracted to my mom. He wanted to help me so we escaped in a helicopter as the city beneath us was consumed by an angry mob that broke into my mom's skyscraper and probably killed her.

When that happened the man told me that his contract with my mom was done and that he wanted to protect me but in order to be allowed to he'd have to remake the contract with me. He specifically explained that he wasnt the type that would take my soul; apparently he'd been "tamed" by humans over the millennia and only required the small fee of my energy. I accepted.
Our contract was forged on a blade that was created from the ink my mom wrote on me with. It was a sturdy blade, shimmery black with runic script that was plunged down my back and re-sealed into me without pain.

As this was happening i saw a disturbing screen occur at me. The angry mob was changing; some ran and screamed while others pursued. Somehow, amidst all the rage, a curse had been born. The humans were turns to zombies which attacked more humans. The apocalypse had come and i was the only human fortunate enough to have an otherworldly body guard. Had my mother known this?
He met up with others, who eyed me suspciously. I guess they weren't much in the business of being friendly with humans but they respected him and after a while of being in their company, they grew to like me well enough. I thought it was strange that they were all men but I didn't question it; perhaps Hell had some sort of gender bias I didn't know of.

It wasn't long before the air because too dangerous to travel by. There were swarms of angry spirits and zombies alike who were attracted to the loud sounds of a hellicopter and so we had to travel by jeep. This was more frightening to me; from this view, it wasn't just 'me watching the world burn'. I was part of it. I saw humans getting mangled by their own friends and I felt the bump and squish of meat as we had to run down a zombie who'd lumbered into our path. I was terrified but my companions always kept a disturbingly calm visage; for the first time, i started to view them as unhuman. But I wasn't scared. They were there to protect me and my Contractor seemed to genuinely enjoy my company. He was my mother's before me; he'd heard plenty about me while i was growing up and sometimes even interacted with me as a small baby. I of course couldn't remember that but I didn't feel it was wrong; he felt comforting, somehow.

But I was a human. And i grew tired and weary and hungry, which was a problem in the Apocalypse. There was no place that was safe anymore but he knew he had to find somewhere for me to rest and regain my sense of self. So he took a back road that ran along a shallow river; he took it until the road ended and there was just the river. We were instructed to get out of the car and I did willingly.
"We're taking the river. The zombies are only able to travel down stream, so we'll use that to our advantage. If we travel upstream we're more likely to find a safe place."

I nodded. It was pretty sound logic. However, the trip wasn't nearly as fun. The river was cold and wet and the current was surprisingly strong; on top of that, the things that floated down stream were... horrifying. Sometimes you'd get a single limb and sometimes a whole human body, still screaming in its mutilated state as the life slowly drained out if it. I knew there was nothing I could do for those humans but it still drove me mad. What an awful fate... I once even saw a child.

Of course, the child wasn't human anymore. Periodic hoards of the monsters would wash down and we'd all have to hide under the water, sometimes holding our breath for upwards of nearly a minute before they'd pass through. The water was strong but if one of them grabbed on to me I wasn't strong enough to stand my ground as they floated by; I'd be lost with the current. And so he risked taking my breath away, knowing that if i fell unconcious he could breathe the life back into me.

Finally, after what felt like hours of horrible sites and fear, we found rather large building tucked in at the bend of the split in the river. It had a boating port (the river grew deeper and stronger after the split) and a sign that read some kind of small business. He took us in the front door, soaking wet as we looked around at the dark insides that smelled faintly of cedar and incense. I gulped. Uh-oh. This was one of those... was brothel the right word? No, it was more of a 'sex therapy' type deal where there was only one 'brothel woman' who taught you how to relax in a very special way.

But i was just happy to see other humans and they were surprised to see us. Somehow, they had no idea what was happening outside. I guess the river had protected them very well. I try to explain the situation by they weren't quite understanding so eventually I just asked for a place to stay for a while. They were very charitable people and told me that was fine; the rest of this large building was storage and otherwise uninhabited; we could stay there for as long as we needed.

Things were good for a while. But then, as things usually do, something bad began to happen. The store owner enjoyed music and though I warned him gently to lower the sound, he didn't seem to think he should. He was very nice about it but, inevitably, there began to be a pounding on the door. The woman there peeked through the entrance; usually her guests weren't so gung-ho on letting their presence be known, only to find a woman and two small children frantically begging to be let in. When she did, she saw that my stories were not fiction and only then understood the severity of what the outside world had come to. There was quite literally a swarm of zombies and black, muted angry spirits rushing towards them.

The door was slammed shut tightly behind the woman and her children as the pounding intensifies, this time with no rhyme or reason. The swarm had come. Everyone was rushed into a side door that lead to the 'parlor' where favors were done and then to the hallway behind that that lead to the rest of the building. I clung tightly to my demon's hand, terrified as I heard (but more felt) the wrathful spirits slip under the door and into the walls of the establishment. Soon, the zombies would follow; if the ghosts didn't get to us first. We scattered then; my group into the blackness of the building and towards the dock to find an escape and the mother and her children a different way. I didn't see where the shop owners went and i knew I would not see them again. My heart mourned them in the heat of the moment but i couldn't focus on that right now. We had to escape.

The dock was mostly clear of any sort of creatures. There were a few, however. Zombies that stood disturbingly still, gazing down at the water like a human contemplating jumping and being whisked away by the waters. It was sad and disturbing at the same time; how long had they been here? My demon and his friends rushed to get a boat ready while one of them stood guard by the door. The howling of a swarm of ghosts could be heard inside, rushing outward to find us. I shivered and held tightly to my demon as he worked, already beginning to cry fearfully. He put a single hand on my head to comfort me while the other readied the boat with his friend. There! It was all ready to go, we could get out of here----

Someone screamed. I turned to see the guard, his face and body covered with thousands of translucent ghost hands that pulled and grabbed until his legs gave out and he was forcefully yanked into the darkness. He didn't make a sound after that. No one did. Instead, i was pushed heavily into the boat with no care for minor scratches or bruises on my part. The boat was released and we were sent careening down a waterway, almost lost the current before the vessle was righted. We were alive. But.... we were one less.
Meanwhile, the mother and her children were being pursued by the swarm of spirits. She was lucky enough to find a small hidden waterway system in the belly of the building; it was small and dark and she had no way to know where it went but she knew she couldn't stay there with her children. She loaded one in to the small canoe and when she turned to get her daughter the girl just stood there, staring at her with wide, vacent eyes. She'd been possessed but the spirit who overtook her was also a child. The mother begged her to release her daughter but the little girl wouldn't yeild; she insisted that there was no way they could all go in the boat because it was designed to be pushed into the water. One of them would have to stay behind.

"Then you do it."

The spirit seemed startled at that. Could she really help?

"If you dont, then I will have to and leave my daughters all alone. Arent' you all alone too...?"

The ghost left her daughter, who was gingerly placed into the canoe. The spirit hadn't returned; it seemed the mother would have to leave them alone after all. She readied the boat, bracing herself to push it into the current as her children cried but even then she could hear the swarm approaching fast behind her. She had to send them off now or they'd all die---- BAM. The mother's body was pushed forward into the canoe and it went shooting off down the water way. She turned to look behind and saw a single silloette of a sad-eyed little girl standing there, waving softly before a swarm of spirits overtook her once more...



Meanwhile, we escaped down the river. No one talked about their fallen friend; apparently this wasn't uncommon. I supposed that demon's dont actually die; perhaps he just returned back to Hell or wherever he came from for a breather and when he got summoned for a pact by a human he'd be able to come back? I didn't ask; it was clearly upsetting to my demon and his other friend either way. Perhaps it was the way it happened; being torn apart by thousands of angry spirits ... it probably landed itself in my "Top 10 ways I dont want to Die" list.

My demon began to talk quietly to me about a wonderful and safe place. It was far away but no one would hurt me there. My mother had prepared it as a sort of fall-out station. Only those with her bloodline and their Demon could enter the grounds. No one else was allowed unless invited. The way he spoke of it fondly made my heart feel at ease; after all, he was contracted to get me there safely. If we stayed on this river we'd get there within three days...
Three days couldn't come soon enough.

The trip was perilous. Once we had to go off course because there was a horrid trail of blood and entrails; however, we discovered not a hoard of bodies but instead the emaciated and half-dead pale corpse of a baby elephant who'd escaped from the zoo. It had been quite the meal for some wondering zombies and I felt horrible for the poor thing. This world was wicked and unyielding... My demon took pity on the creature and put it out of its misery. He even went so far out of his way as to offer it a traditional burial fit for an elephant. Now, hopefully, its poor soul could rest easy.

It was on the final day of the trip that we encountered another hoard of zombies. There wasn't any choice; we couldn't evade them. They were standing between us and the Haven. We had to cut them down... My back began to burn, and when i reached back I felt the hilt of the sword that had been until now etched deeply into my flesh. The runes of my mother's writing glowed brightly along the blade; she would help us slice through the creatures.

The battle was long. I had plenty of close calls; after all, I wasn't trained in combat. But every time I slipped up he was there to save me. And his friend, well, he was having plenty of fun cutting through swarms of zombies with his bare hands. The strength of these demons caught me off guard; until now we'd only been running and evading. I hadn't yet got to see them in action and it was quite frankly a bit scary. And yet, though blood rained down around them, not a single drop stained their skin; it was as if they were phantoms that couldn't be touched by such physical things. Finally, exhausted, i was allowed rest. The hoard had been slayed. My demon scoops me up, content to carry me the rest of the way. He hasn't broken a sweat. For the first time, I start to view him as inhuman but also as a good friend. It feels like I've known him forever.

The Haven is beautiful. Its a small litlte cottage on several acres of land off a dirt road. A simple waist high wooden fence that is nothing more than posts with two logs connecting each post acts as a boundary between the road and the home; this is the barrier, or so i'm told. We're now walking side by side along the fence and I sigh softly, fidgeting with my sword as we go as i take in the crisp autumn air. I notice suddenly that the sword feels lighter than before, somehow flimsier. I look down and see that its as thin as paper, much of the black flaking off as we walk, leaving only the golden rune text left. I hold it up for him, quite upset that my mothers weapon is leaving. He chuckles softly.

"No, thats good," he assures me. "It means that my contract is complete. It means you're safe."

I look back up to the cottage, to the trees scattered amongst the roadside and the soft orange foilage that fills them. This was my home now... but why was I so scared to finally be safe? I clutched his hand tightly and he nods after a moment.
"You're my charge now; youre mother passed that to you when she wrote that you inhereted everything. It wasn't about her physical belongings. It was, more specifically, a message to me. I'll always be here."

He smiled knowingly at me and I nod. The runes finally hover, no sword to hold them now, before they float around me and re-allign down my spine as a permanent reminder of my mothers blessing. We enter the fence. I'm finally able to rest easy. Nothing can get us here.

my laptop overheated and i feel like vital components of it got burnt out. My wifi part inside the computer is completely destroyed; the laptop doesn't even recognize its there and im lucky if i can get it to start up.

I am currently using my roommates PC; it has sai and i will continue to work on it and try to transfer my work over from the other laptop if possible. Thank you all for being so patient with me ;u;