Date: May 4, 2001

 

Time:  20: 16pm (8:16pm)

 

Case#00-0005

 

                Yet another day of endless calling. Kara won’t answer her phone, won’t even come online. Though I DO think she’s on—she probably just blocked my screen name. Since WHEN has she BLOCKED my screen NAME!!? I’ve been…pacing around my apartment all day. Went to work just to see if I could get things off my mind. Even THEN, I couldn’t. I… don’t know how much longer of this I can take. It’s… drilling through my mind like a steam-powered locomotive. NOT talking to her is pretty much something I’m NOT used to. I called around four pm today—CLARK answered. I don’t even know—the tone in HIS voice was definitely something I wasn’t used to. OH gosh—is HE mad at me as well??

 

                OH… that wouldn’t be—that wouldn’t be good at all. Clark was mad at me ONCE before. That was truly the first time I saw him explode. We were at the Knights/Monarch game down in Metropolis stadium. He…. Found out about me fixing up Kara and Kyle… you know—The Green Lantern. He flipped out, knowing the age difference between the two. He wanted t know where they were, but I was to frightened to speak. I finally snapped when he crushed the side of the stadium that he had backed me into. Remember that deal when he—sided with Dark Sied? And—the military was after him, trying to kill both him and Kara? Well, that LOOK in his eyes- that sense of anger, EVERYTHING, was the same thing that I saw within him. I….didn’t know what he was going to do—WHAT if he went off again? After that—he shook me down pretty bad, I felt so sorry for what I did and I promised him I would NEVER hurt him, disobey him, or lie to him EVER again. I guess you could say—he scared me straight. That innocent man?? CLARK KENT, Daily Planet newspaper reporter?? “Oh yeah, right?” you say? No way—you never even SEEN the look in his eyes, like I did. It was just something one truly had to watch out for.

 

 

                That picture.. of me, Kara, Clark, and Bruce sits on my desk—right next to the picture of my father. I’ve… been finding myself staring at it from time to time, just thinking about the times we’ve had together—both good and bad. That day—when we GOT the photo taken, seemed to be one of the best days. Kara and Clark came down here for an evening—and we went down to the Amusement Mile—you know… that Amusement Park down near the pier? Well, even since that night, I’ve had the photograph there, never moved it.

 

                I just came to thinking—what IF he really is MAD at me? What then would I do? I mean… after that last experience I had with him I learned from THAT day not to hurt him, disobey him, or EVER lie to him again. I learned—and I just hope I’m not twice burned.

 

**

 

The apartment is quiet, nothing but the sound of the television filling the room. This time, I’m actually getting a chance to watch The Lone Gunmen in peace. No one’s here… except me, and Charlie.  Though Charlie’s been asleep since I came home. I think he’s just as worried over all of this as I am. I’ve… been debating with myself whether to tell Dick about my back or not—I guess I’m just a little weary over his reaction. What if HE gets like Kara and just…leaves? And doesn’t TALK to me? What then?

 

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