Update

I'm alive. I don't fucking know how I'm alive, but I am. Apparently Prosper isn't horribly observant. Or I'm really fucking lucky. Either way, I survived the few desperate hours before I dared come out and see if I'd made it. He was gone, Cam was...
Jake was gone. No body, minimal signs of fighting, just gone. I don't know what that means. I can't... I can't think about it yet.

I called the police, because again, what else do you do when you're roommate...

Well. I had to call. I was once again at the station, answering questions. I went in at like 7am, and I didn't leave until  half an hour ago. First it was the questions, then it was the waiting. They wanted me to submit to their 'protection'. I wouldn't have gone, but they managed to make the paperwork from my approval to go to the wedding vanish, and it was either police protective custody or back to prison for parole violations. Only for a week, admittedly, but I don't fancy my chances back in prison. Even without slendershit there's plenty of people who want me dead.

So, I'm here. In some nondescript hotel. On the bright side, this is a suite, so the policeman in the room doesn't have to stand over me to guard the door. On the downside, I'm trapped in a room I'm not allowed to leave for the next week. And I've no idea how much they're watching what I'm doing. I don't have my notes. I don't have any real privacy. I wasn't allowed back into the apartment to pack a bag, they brought a bunch of nondescript clothes in roughly my size. They allowed me to bring the laptop and my cell, both of which I took with me to the police station to begin with. Technically this is 'at will' so in theory when my parole ends Saturday I can walk out the door and not look back.

We'll see if that works in practice. In addition, lets see if I can last this week without getting myself into trouble with the officers. After C-after what happened, I'm not really in a sit and hide sort of mood. More a 'run and hunt down the bastard that did this' mood or a 'run the fuck away and never look back or else he'll find you' mood. Depending.

But, fuck. I'm alive. Completely unharmed. Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much if I had been.

~Elaine