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Made it to University

When I first arrived it was lonely, but I found some interesting people to hang around after the first few days.

Carter Peaslee, professor of psychology had become my first trustworthy aquaintance. He was teaching theories of psychotherapy and his examples of abuse really opened my eyes to my previous life at home. I had almost forgotten that life but he reminded me of the desperation I felt during those times. He had a passionate conviction against abuse and he said he stood for individual liberty, he believed a powerful principle against abuse. At the time I still doubted myself, I thought I was equally to blame for the relationship between me and my mother. He told me that was normal to feel that way and it was still abuse, but I had grown into my late twenties and I still hadn't left home, I was under her roof and at times argued her rules. I guess I still doubt myself. I digress.

Nikki Borialis I also met in Professor Peaslee's class. She had a similar passion against abuse, but didn't seek a psychology major for any clinical reason. She just wanted the information to write stories and this is exactly what she said I not making this up, "I like to make people cry" I asked her how that's not abuse and she says it's because they are the ones deciding to read the book. She was a short unassuming girl with shifty eyes and sparkles of silver among her short black hair. Me and this sadistic fiction writer would visit the library often.

The library is where I met Eva. She didn't have a last name. She was always at the library, but soon after we met it was a toss up whether she'd be there or with me. The first few times me and Nikki went in we didn't see Eva. She mysteriously appeared near the darkened section in the back, making awkward eye contact with me and then darting into an inner aisle. She seemed very shy and weird but Nikki and I recognized fear and desperation. I imagined Eva came from a worse home than I. She was very singular in her interests until we met her. Once she was only drawn to that darkened and moldy section of the library, and the ancient classes some eccentric professors taught. After I mentioned my work on the Primordial Earth Project she added me to her short list of bizarre interests. She babbled incessantly about the occult and dark forces beyond our realm, implying my work would open the veil between dimensions. That was weird sure, but I never grew annoyed, I was pretty patient, and just enjoyed her eccentricities as fiction and listened with interest in her enthusiasm on the subject. I guess the occult was her major but when I asked she didn't seem to understand what a major was...

Despite the odd people I have met this semester I feel strangely at home. I imagine my mother would call these girls bad influences for the occult nonsense and the sadism alike, but she's not here to convince me not to talk to them.

So life is good for now.