Breathe, Keep Breathing

** PRIVATE ENTRY **

After being drugged and kidnapped and fired, I really thought my day couldn't get any worse. Boy, was I wrong.

So, I get discharged from Philly Hope, the police drive me home and sweep my apartment. All I want is a long bath and a glass of Chard with a Vicodin chaser. Instead, I get mail from Violet, with a cellcam photo of a note the kidnapper left for us:

Guess I'll be leaving then. We'll meet again, try to be a little more cooperative next time? Tell Dale I'll be in touch, assuming you haven't killed him.

+P

P.S. Keep an eye out for these (no fucking idea).

Just as I'm reading this creepy fucking thing, my phone rings. I just about jumped out of my skin. It's Violet, who conferences me in on a call they've gotten from someone claiming to be this "Mr. Positive" himself! All thought of relaxing goes right out the window, suddenly I'm wired tighter than the Franklin Bridge. The creep tries to insist he's left the city but no one's buying it. He refuses to tell us anything more about the weird dogs he warned us about in the note and goes on to invent another boogie man, a "white knight" who tracks down people who are "positive". Of course, the only way we'll be safe is to do what he wants. We all make it perfectly clear that we're not buying his bullshit and he hangs up on us.

The others wanted me to join them for drinks at O'Malley's to confab about all this in person, but the last thing I wanted to do was get mixed up in this insanity. I opened my mouth fully intending to tell them all to go to hell but found myself saying, "I'll be right there!" I can never just leave well enough alone. Curiosity, cats, etc.

I'm five minutes away from O'Malley's and finally getting a drink I desperately need, when plans change. Wilson, the hippy stoner kid, called in a panic, screaming that he's being attacked by dogs and begging for help. There's no way this is a coincidence, after the threats from "Mr. Positive." I shoved some money at the cabbie and we all piled into Killian's Crossover and burn pavement to Wilson's neighborhood.

I'm jumping out of the SUV and running for Wilson's door, when Killian grabs me and no shit, there it is.

It's like a skinny greyhound, only it has this palpable aura of menace, solid black eyes, huge nasty fangs, and fucking hooves - hooves! - instead of paws.

So, I do the only thing I can. I pull out my iPhone and start filming.

Louis throws a rock at the thing and it fades into smoke. Fades into smoke!

This snaps us all into action and we rush for the door. The guys run upstairs while Violet and I grabbed improvised weapons. In retrospect, I don't know what I could've possibly done with that can of air freshener but I felt better having it.

We heard frantic barking from upstairs and then goddamn gunshots. I bolted upstairs two at a time and it's carnage. I've been to a lot of crime scenes but seeing all that blood never really gets easier for me. It's a good thing I didn't get a chance to eat anything today or I would've been losing it all over my Jimmy Choo's.

Then I start feeling really weird, again. It's the dead... dogs, I can feel them. I mean, of course, I could see them and I could smell them but I could also feel them, like I suddenly had a new sense. That's not even the worst of it. As everyone else is discussing what to do with the dogs and what we should do next and that we had to leave before the cops showed up, something else happens. I get this weird... connection, like that bird in the hospital, and then I feel another presence. There's a little brunette girl, or maybe not a girl, maybe just something girl-like, with solid black eyes... And then I snap back to myself again, whatever connection I was feeling totally gone.

I'm definitely going crazy.

Killian stuffed the dog-things into trash bags and we took off. We stopped by Louis' apartment so he could grab some things and then Killian dumped the trash bags at a warehouse. I'd kill to get a scientific analysis of whatever they are, but I suspect we'll never see them again. That guy is definitely neck deep in some seriously shady shit. I took down the address, just in case I need it later.

We swung by Duke's trailer and then decided to spend the night at Violet's apartment. It's stupid, but I didn't want to leave them. This has been the craziest day of my life, being around other people who've been having the same day somehow makes it a little easier to bear.

If we're going to get to the bottom of this madness, we're going to have to do it together.