Dana's Journal

I don't like this. I don't like it at all. I got sent here to try and have a normal life, and now this? Oh, God. I just hope the Watcher's Council doesn't find out about this. They'll wonder what the hell Faith is and isn't protecting me from. They might pull me out of here. I don't want that. I like it here. I like going to school. I like being mostly normal.

Oh God, I think I'm just going to hide in my room for a while until Faith tells me it's safe to come out. I don't think I want to face any of this right now.

This isn't fair. Those people didn't deserve to be killed. And that waitress... what was wrong that made her do it? 'cause that's not the kind of thing you do on a spur of the moment basis. At least, I don't think it is. Not unless there's something really, really, really wrong with you. And believe me, I know what it's like to have something wrong with you. Sometimes I think there's still something wrong with me.