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The burns are worse. Fuck.
I've been out on the streets for probably a year now. I don't remember when I left that place, fresh out of a coma, but it was cold then and it's cold now. I don't mind the cold at all though. It's soothing on my skin.
My skin is so blistered from that last person I killed. I really had to overexert myself just so that they wouldn't get away. If they did, I could've gotten arrested. I mean…if I had gotten arrested, I'd at least have food, and water, and shelter - all I need to survive…
I can't do that.
I'll be fine. I've survived a year out here. I can survive another.
I found this nice alleyway to sleep in for tonight. I found a blanket and everything.
…
My wrist is hurting a hell of a lot more. The blisters hurt yesterday, but not as bad as they do now, but I guess that's just how the healing process goes. I've been through it many times before… but this pain feels different.
The cool breeze of the winter air is semi-obstructed by the walls of the tall buildings around me. However, the little air that does get through makes me feel a bit better. It calms the burning.
I didn't feel good going to sleep tonight. Something just felt like it was eating away at me. I felt like I was anticipating something, but there were no changes in my surroundings. Still, my stomach churned with feelings of malaise.
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.
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I don't feel better. I feel so much worse! I feel like I'm burning! The blisters on my wrist have only gotten worse!
I feel like I'm burning. Is this supposed to be funny? Is this some sort of punishment for killing that last guy? Listen! I needed money! I need food! Also that guy was a piece of shit! The world's better off without scum like that!
I don't feel good. I feel so hot. Too hot. My head hurts. My wrist is hot too. It's more swollen.
The cold winter breeze doesn't feel good anymore. It just makes me shiver, but I need it!
Too hot and too cold. Hm, reminds me of someone…
Fuck him. Fuck them all!
I'm so hungry. But, if I eat I'll probably just throw it all up. I feel like my stomach is eating itself which isn't helping my nausea at all. It's a stupid lose-lose situation: eating will make me throw up and not eating will do the same.
I'm going to sleep.
…
I threw up.
It was all just stomach acid. I haven't eaten in a couple days, but I have some money so I might as well spend it on food and water.
Water acquired! I didn't get food though. I decided to instead get some stuff to properly bandage my wrist. I wish I could've gotten some antibiotics or something, but I didn't want to raise suspicion, or for someone to steal it while I'm sleeping. Also I wanted to have some money left over, so that I can buy food when I really need it. At least I'm feeling a bit better. Maybe vomiting got all of the bad stuff out.
I want to sleep, but not in this alleyway anymore. It reeks of my vomit from this morning.
I'm too tired. I'm going to sleep.
I've slept in worse places.
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It's been a few days.
I got a solid meal in me yesterday; I really needed some nutrients. I'm only feeling a bit better. I think whatever infection I had is gone. That really gave me a scare, I must admit. I'm out of money now, though. I'm also running low on water.
This is so humiliating, but I'm actually trying begging again. I don't want to get burned like that again, especially with no more bandages left.
It didn't work well. What did I really expect? I got only ¥1000. I'm going to have to go back to stealing. Maybe I can avoid using my flames…
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Guess I'll be sleeping here tonight. My blood marked this place as mine. I should've used my flames to start with. Now I have a black eye, busted lip, and more burns.
These burns are so much worse than last time. I panicked and was frustrated and in pain! It stings so badly.
I just want to go to sleep.
So I do.
In this alleyway.
Covered in blood.
Next to a burnt corpse.
But at least I have enough Yen to buy food everyday for a couple weeks. I think I may buy myself some more bandages too.
And a new blanket.
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I feel just as bad as last time, but I think I have a solution: kill the bacteria before it really gets to me! I only know a few ways to kill germs: antibiotics, disinfectants, and heat. This may be stupid but I don't want to get sick again…
I really am an idiot.
I thought I'd be killing the germs, but now the burns are worse.
I'm going to buy more bandages.
One shopping trip later and I got more bandages. This nice old lady bought me some food, some actual good food. She asked me what my favorite food is, and now I have a stomach full of soba. Thank you to that lady. We didn't talk much, hell I didn't even get her name, but I will remember her kindness till the day I die.
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I feel like I'm dying. I've been changing the bandages daily, but I don't think it's helping. I think my burns did end up getting infected. I just hope they'll get better soon.
I overheard a conversation from people passing by. Today is January 14th; my birthday is in four days. I can't believe I'll actually be an adult soon. It really doesn't feel like it.
I think I'll visit Sekoto Peak.
For the “fun” memories.
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I'm almost there, but I don't feel like I'll make it. I've been walking so much, and I have a fever, and my burns are so inflamed. They burn with such fervor that I feel like I'm using my Quirk. I just want to make it. I'm almost there. I just have to walk up these mountains.
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It's January 17th, tomorrow is my birthday. I actually made it to the peak. It's… pretty. The memories aren't, but the flowers are. The ashes must have made the soil really good for them. Blue flames to blue flowers.
They feel so familiar.
I think I'm going to nap for the rest of the day. I'll wake up tomorrow and be an adult.
That's crazy.
I'm surprised I've made it this long.
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Well, turning 18 didn't change much. I don't feel any different, mentally. Physically, though, my infection has gotten worse. My burnt, blistered skin isn't red anymore. Now it's more dark purple, even slightly black looking around the perimeter of the open sores that have formed.
I don't feel good.
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I threw up again.
I checked on my burns.
And I threw up again.
I can see the muscle tissue. I thought I could handle this kind of sight; I've seen so many dead bodies, but this is my body. My skin. My muscles. My bones?
I threw up again. It was so strained. There's nothing left in me. I feel so light-headed. My entire body aches. My throat is burning.
I’m burning.
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I lay next to these purplish blue flowers. They're beautiful. I made them sprout here when I was 13.
Now, at 18, I will nourish them once more.