Chapter 38 Dio’s Journal - Entry 211
Fuck, I really messed up my hand, so this is a few days late, and it’s going to be a short entry. If I ever decide to punch a wall again, I need to remember to use my non-dominant hand.
I did end up going boxing, which felt like a good idea at the time. In retrospect, I’ve had better. Not that I’ve had many winners recently.
I Need To Stop Spiraling
When I got back to the mansion, I could tell by the others’ expressions that I may have overdone it.
I thought Fem was going to punch me when he got me into the office and finally got a chance to see my injuries.
Joke’s on him, I already had two black eyes.
I’d also torn the stitches open on my hand, and there were others, but that’s not important.
I thought I’d taped my hand up well enough, but I guess not.
I didn’t even complain as he got me patched up. I thought he’d be rough because of his frustration at me, but he was surprisingly gentle. I almost asked him not to be, but even I’m not that much of a masochist.
I still can’t quite believe she’s not been dealing with addiction this whole time.
I know what Malam said, but her behavior is just too familiar to me.
Too many of the signs line up. Maybe she made a mistake, hurt someone, and is sitting in a cell somewhere.
I think a part of me believes this might be a good wake-up call for her.