Journal Entry 9
Gran stayed in her workshop pounding away at scraps of metal trying to get an idea. How could she finish this? How many more lives will she sacrifice for the ultimate hybrid? I stood in the doorway and watched her work on her inventing table unsure of what to say to soothe her frenzied mind. Then suddenly she looked up and turned around to face me.
“Drew”, she said in a calm tone, “I have cause too much pain in my search for the ultimate hybrid. I have ruined lives, killed people, and even sacrificed my best friend in hope of creating something that cannot obviously be created”. I walked up to my gran to comfort her but she stopped me. She handed me the journal I now write my notes from.
“I don’t know what will happen to you or me but I must make this right. Not only for myself but for the people whose lives I have ruined.”
Gran pressed some buttons on the time machine she kept in her workshop. Gave me one final hug saying goodbye and I never seen her again.
I still wonder to this day why everything I knew did not just disappear in a cloud of nothingness. At least I am still alive and able to share this story with you. Even though my gran was unable to fulfill her dreams, the advances she made were remarkable and I will never forget her.
So wherever you are gran I love you…forever.