Day Nine

I'm screwed. I'm totally and completely screwed.

I've been coughing violently and nearly threw up yesterday, it got so bad. When I wiped my mouth, my saliva was tinged with blood. I can't keep up swimming with Tsiri't at all-- not that I can even swim, my joints and gills have been aching so badly.

That's it. I've got ReDS.
And these days, ReDS is essentially a death sentence. There's nothing doctors can do, even for the few rich people-- all they can do is get lots of morphine to ease their suffering.

If there's anyone reading this-- which I doubt-- please tell me if you know anything I can do-- like a safe house or something...

Otherwise, this is probably going to be my last post. I love you all.

Day Six

I'm lucky to have internet access, so don't be surprised if I go offline for a little while in the coming months.
Just got some really bad news-- apparently REDS can spread through water, and with all the waste hospitals have been throwing out into various bodies of water, I have a fairly high chance of getting it...so I'm gonna have to stay out of the water for as long as possible these days. Not gonna be pleasant-- my skin'll dry out and flake off. If you really want, I can post some pictures xD

Who the hell am I kidding. I'm gonna die.

Day Three

At last.
I suppose I should inform you what this blog is about. People seem to usually do that on their second posts, so I might as well.

I live in the coast of the Atlantic. I'm what you would probably consider an 'ick mutie'-- that is, a mutie that lives in water. (Ick, short for ich, short for icthyos, meaning fish, but it also means 'gross'. Apparently even speciists can be punny.) I've got gills on my cheeks, webbed fingers and toes, as well as slightly rubbery skin, along with loads of scars from chemical burns in the water. I swim daily with dolphins and whales, and occasionally, when I'm feeling daring, sharks. (The trick is NOT to cut yourself while swimming. Ever.)

There are those of you (probably most of you) who believe that we're slimy, stupid creatures who are little more than animals. The fact that I am posting on this blog proves I am NOT. I probably know more than you ever will about the world's oceans. Do not risk stereotyping me.

Shit-- the riot's moving this way. I have to get off of this. Tomorrow I'll show you my world.

Day One

God, I haven't been on a computer, let alone the internet, for forever.
It's a nightmare out there. I can't type for very long-- I can only come out of hiding for a few days-- any longer and the authorities come after any muties that haven't already been rounded up and destroyed/contained.
Stay strong, guys.