I know that seems like a short time considering I'm not very old but I already feel the weight of this self loathing. I don't want it any more. Sorry ...iary I have to cut it short. Someone’s knocking on my door. I have to divert attention to something, anything...As long as its not the sword in my room, the pills on my dresser, the knives in my drawers. See you later Dairy~[/I]Dorinda shut down her computer with a sigh to answer the knocking door. But when she opened it no one was there. It must. Permanent Characters:Feel free to use the Bells and the Parks in any stories, but if you planto make them major characters or inject serious changes in their livesor character, please ask first.Alice Bell--is in her early thirties, small (5'2") and slender, muscularwithout being hard, handsome rather than pretty with wavy, strawberryblonde hair that falls just below shoulder length. She is pragmatic,but considerate and generally sympathetic to the problems and feelingsof others. Alice is the. “I wish she’d called me or you or someone!”“That would have been best, but it didn’t happen and here we are.”“So now what?” I asked.“Well, the most important thing is to see if she’ll eat some dinner in a bit. I’m going to try to talk to her, just say ‘hello’, that kind of thing, and have the nurse get some food brought in. Would you stay? It might help. If she reacts badly, you can always leave, but I don’t think she will.”“Whatever it takes, Doctor,” I said. “I have a friend coming from DC. It seems after leaving Murray Bridge a small leak appeared then a split started to run down one side of the canoe, I tended to think the guy in Goolwa had seen them coming and the canoe was held together with paint. Anyway we had two Guys with no food little money and hopes of still seeing some of the Murray. They were quite presentable in the looks department and didn't look like they were going to murder us in our beds, though the looks they were giving the still topless Anne made me wonder.