Date:
May 5, 2001
Time: 19:00pm (7:00pm)
Case#
00-0006
I guess from all of this—this period of
separation…Kara wasn’t joking. She hasn’t made any attempt to call here and
every time I try and call down to Clark’s or to the farm, she’ll wave off the
phone. Everyone keeps telling me that, “She isn’t there.” But for some reason I
just know she doesn’t want to talk to me. But though... I couldn’t blame her.
The information I held back from here, VITAL information that could have lead
to my death I kept from her. She has a right to know—But you know. I’m just so
afraid of that information hurting her. Between me and Clark and her Ma and Pa
we’re all the people she really feels close to, I guess this counts me
especially. You see… Kara came from a planet near Krypton, called Argos. Her
planet was knocked out of alignment when Krypton exploded. It was during that
time where she and her family were placed in these…cryogenic chambers, keeping
them frozen, as a last attempt to save them. When Kal-el went on…and expedition,
trying to trace back to his planet’s origins, he picked up a distress signal,
which lead him to the cold, frozen planet of Argos. It was there he found out
what happened to the peace-loving planet that fateful day. It lead him on to a room, holding the
chambers. He sound out that none of Kara’s family survived—except her.
With that, Kal brought Kara back home with him, to
Smallville. It wasn’t too long after that when the two of us met. But… ever
since that day we’ve been extremely good friends. All the prayers in the world
can only hope that she’ll forgive me. I just tried to keep it to a sense where
she wouldn’t get hurt. She MAY be invulnerable to physical extremities, but I
know she can easily be hurt emotionally. And all I really want to do is keep
that damage to a minimum, is that so wrong?
Today was apparently that day where Bruce took Kara
to the theater. I guess he promised her some time ago that he would. I… went
over to the manor to see if there was anything I could do, just to see maybe if
I could get Bruce to talk to me…about anything. Of course, when I arrived he
was all dressed out and throwing on his over coat. “Where are you going?” I
asked. “To the theater. Going to take a nice young lady out to see a show.” All
of this has definitely raised an eyebrow in pure suspicion. The wonder sat on,
whom could he be taking? So I asked him. “Kara.” He replied. A faint smile
crossed my lips. It was very sweet of him to live up to his promise. “I’d take
you as well you know, Barbara.” He told me. “But I promised Kara it would just
be me and her. I hope you understand?” I could only nod. I, after all, didn’t
want to get in their way. I know how much Kara looks p to Bruce and I didn’t
want to ruin it for the both of them. I pulled out a sheet of paper, writing a
quick note to the girl and gave it to Bruce to give to Kara. I somewhat hoped
it would get through to her, hope that she would read it, but I didn’t know
what the likes of it would be. “I’ll give it to her.” He assured me. “See you
later tonight.” And with that, he left.
For the rest of the day it
seemed, I spent the day with Tim, playing video games. He… got this new game…
it’s called Pokémon Stadium. It’s this game where these… “Pocket Monsters” battle it out with each
other. He seems to love this game and this one Pokémon called a “Charizard.”
It’s this HUGE flame creature, that somewhat resembles a dragon. Me? I seemed
to draw a strange attraction to this Pokémon called “Mr. Mime.” He’s this
psychic pokémon who kind of looks like a clown. But NOT one of those scary
clowns, just one of those CUTE little ones!
**
Later, I seemed to have fallen asleep on the couch in the main room. The sun was long set behind the hills, the darkness readily coming through. Bruce came home told me what happened. I suppose nothing will come of this—seeing that Kara probably didn’t even read the note I gave her. And HOW do I know? I… guess you could say I just have a feeling.
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