Nemo; The fascination started when he was only six years old. Originally, he'd only come into the kitchen to find something to eat but by only being a child, he was easily distracted. It was there on the counter, carelessly left out by one of the other residents. Nemo stared at it for a while. He'd seen knives being used before, but he'd always been told by his mother not to touch them. 'No. Dangerous. You'll cut yourself and you'll get hurt.' Being the good boy he is, he never really paid much attention to it and just did as he was told. Children are always more interested in the things they're not allowed to have. Could it really be that bad?... I'll be careful. I just want to hold it. I want to do something only adults are allowed to do. I'm a brave boy. Nemo strides up to the counter to get a closer look. It appears clean. Shiny. I like the way the light looks on the metal. It's pretty. It's not serrated. It has a smooth blade. No one is watching, no one to tell him not to touch it, and curiosity has gotten the better of the child. 


A small hand rises to take hold of the handle firmly and Nemo picks it up, holding it infront of his face.  His eyes flash a brilliant red, glowing for a split second and he grins at his reflection shown on the sharp object. That wasn't so bad. I'm fine. 


Denzel always tried his hardest to keep Nemo safe, and it worked, for the most part. The only time Nemo can ever remember bleeding was when he was four years old. Denzel had taken him into the garden on a sunny morning, and everything was fine until Nemo caught sight of the vibrant red roses. Attracted to the colour, and never having to worry about flowers before, he instantly ran over to the bush to pick one, but ended up pricking his finger on one of the thorns. He'd only caught sight of the crimson bead on his finger for a second before Denzel had rushed over, wiped it away and healed his finger. Nemo cried. Not because it hurt, but because he had wanted to see the blood for a little longer. However, Denzel didn't know that. It was always made out by his mother that blood was a very bad thing, so Nemo wanted to know why. Denzel had then picked the small child up, and carried him back inside. The incident was forgotten about, until now.


The thorn was sharp. This knife is sharp. Pricking my finger didn't hurt much, it was the shock of it that got me, not the pain. It wouldn't hurt and I'll be expecting it. He hesitates for some time, debating whether to stick with what his mother always told him, or to see the blood, which he has never really seen in his life. The blood wins him over and he reaches out with his free hand, extending his index finger. Nemo applies pressure onto the tip, wincing a little until he feels the skin break. Putting the knife back down, he studies his finger. Sure enough, the liquid has appeared, and this time, there is no mummy around to make it go away. He lets it bead up until the blood runs in a line towards his palm.  Nemo hadn't expected it to have a scent. Water doesn't, so why should this? It does, and it appeals to him. It's a distinctive smell. Water doesn't have much of a taste, maybe this does. Flicking his tongue out to his palm, Nemo tastes it. It's peculiar, but he's fond of it. It's not awful, and he likes the after taste it leaves in his mouth. Coppery, yet sweet. I love the way it looks, smells and tastes. 


Waiting for the blade to pierce his skin also gave him a thrill. The anticipation of what was to come of it. Thinking about it makes him giddy. Why are knives bad? Look at what they can do! Nemo looks around the kitchen. There is still no one there, but he knows that someone probably will be soon. Picking up the knife again, he hides it and slowly walks into the bathroom, avoiding being seen with it. If he'd been caught, he would have been in a lot of trouble for sure.


Nemo sits on the floor. He wants to do it again. Rolling up his sleeve, he places the blade on his upper arm. Just a small nick, that's all. He shudders. This is exciting for him. He's not allowed to do this, but it doesn't really seem too harmful. He slices a small cut into his  arm, and grins as he watches the blood well up and spill. The sharp pain was oddly nice, and quickly cooling blood feels great as it trails down his skin. He plays with the liquid with his finger, intrigued, spreading it until it dries out. No more. I don't want anyone to notice. Nemo washes the blood away and cleans the knife, and quickly returns the knife back in the kitchen, exactly where he found it. 


He acts as if nothing happened that day, when infact it did. He'd always been attracted to the colour red.
Now I love red, blood, pain and sharp objects, but more specifically, knives. They give me thrills. 


Better not let mummy find out.

Nemo: Mummy got me new shoes today. They are red. I love them very much. Yesterday I met my grandfather. He's nice. We gave daddy coffee. Daddy can turn into a monster and a spider. I asked Sebastian to teach me how to do that. He says I don't focus. I do. I turned into a raven. I did it because I am a clever boy! Can't turn into a monster yet though...


I played with Sebastian. We flew around and I got stuck, but not for long. I want to fly outside. Maybe someone will let me.


I need to finish writing out the words in this book Sebastian gave me. It's getting boring and more difficult, but he said it would be...

Nemo: Nos ago per a monstrum. Is exertus essum mihi. 'Licity est a malum puella. Is vulnero mihi. Nos eram anates et abiit parumper natare. Patris est a avarus sus. Ego diligo matris et patris et latin et colour rutilus.


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We live with a monster. He tries to eat me. "Licity is a bad girl. She hurt me. We were ducks and went for a swim. Father is a greedy pig. I love mother and father and latin and I love the colour red.

Chester: This has happened before, but it doesn't make it any easier the second time. I shouldn't care so much, but it just reminds me so much of the first time... It's still upsetting to think of after three years.

Denzel: Nemo's doing really well! I'm so proud of him. He's started to walk and now knows basic words and can generally understand what someone is trying to tell him, provided they keep it simple. He'd been trying to walk for a day or two before he finally walked all the way to Bambi without falling over. I don't mind that he didn't walk to me. I'm just happy that I got to see it.

I'd say he's about four years old now. It's difficult to tell when he grows up so fast. It's a little disappointing that he didn't stay younger for longer, because I wanted to baby him more at that stage. Well, he didn't cry too much or cause much trouble so at least in his toddler years he's far more interesting and old enough to start showing affection back. That's nice. Nemo loves getting cuddles from his mummy. He gets into everything. He has to touch everything he sees, or try and see if it's edible.

We were out in the garden this morning, playing around in the little snow that was left in the garden. His first reaction to the snow was funny. I don't think he'd expected it to be quite that cold. Anyway, I was rolling up a snowball, a base to our snowman when I see him running over screaming, '...'Nake! 'Nake mummy!' and pointing into the direction to which he came. I've told him about things he should watch out for, and Cambion is one of them. I do like him.... but I'm not sure if I should trust him fully with my son. I don't, not yet. In all honesty, I was scared to go over myself. I hate snakes. I took his hand and asked me to show him where he saw it. I was looking around under the bushes before he crouched down on the pavement and pointed at it. It wasn't a snake... It was just a worm. I'd told him snakes are long, have no legs and wriggles around. Maybe I should have been a bit more specific. I corrected his mistake and told him what it was. I'd received a blank expression from Nemo and before it could even register in my mind what he did, he'd already picked up the worm, put it in his mouth and eaten it.

I really hadn't been expecting it, and it made me feel a bit sick. I told him to spit it out, but he insisted it was 'gone'. I made him drink plenty of juice to wash the taste out of his mouth, but he never once complained. Is Nemo normal? Did Felicity or Dyfri ever go around eating worms?... I know they used to cry, but Nemo has only cried twice since he was born. Oh! Maybe Nemo has nothing to cry about. I'm a good mother, a natural!