The Weaver Diaries

Written by Jane Barnaby for the Weaver murder mystery event

I helped a man last night. He seemed nice enough as he drunkenly stumbled through the town. But he kept coughing, and it got worse and worse as he went on. It was a painful noise, and I knew I had to do something.

He stopped in the park as he coughed again. I could hear his quiet groan and the curse words that followed. He seemed in pain. I couldn't let him stay in pain.

I took out a sewing needle and walked up behind him. "Mister?" I quietly called out. That's when he turned around. I rammed the needle into his neck, and his eyes went wide.

"It's okay," I reassured him as I pulled the needle back out and blood started coming out. "I'm helping you. It won't hurt anymore." And that was the truth. It didn't take long for him to grow faint and fall asleep. Forever.

I dragged him to a nearby bench and wiped away the blood. If he was going to sleep a very long time, he should do so looking at the stars, I figured. So I made him comfortable and stitched up his wound so he could rest peacefully.

I drew an anchor, too, and tied a little woven ribbon near it. A symbol of hope. Hope that he will be okay now, that he won't be hurting anymore. He'll rest peacefully, no more sickness or pain. I made sure of that.

I think the man is happy I helped him. I know I am. I'm going to look for more people I can help.

* * *

I helped another man last night. He looked a little like my papa. But he was so, so much more sick than my papa ever was. He was stumbling through the town, only to collapse and vomit and crawl and collapse again. And so I stepped in.

I saw the bite on his hand and realised he must've been bitten. Then I remembered you're supposed to cut off the blood flow of a bad animal bite, right? And so I got out one of the ribbons I made and tied it around his neck so the poison couldn't get to his neck.

He fell asleep then, on my lap. I pat his hair with one hand while holding the ribbon with the other, assuring him he'd be okay. Because he is okay now. The poison can't hurt him anymore. He's no longer sick.

After tying the ribbon around his neck, I moved him to a bench so he can rest peacefully. I closed his eyes and put his hands on his lap. But that nasty bite stood out so much. My work wasn't finished yet.

I carefully stitched over the bite, making an anchor. Isn't it beautiful? I changed something that hurt him into a symbol of hope and faith. He's at peace now. I know he is.

I can't wait to go out and help someone else. I'm a bit worried about this Weaver killer the others have been talking about, but I know I'll be fine. I'm always fine.

* * *

This morning, I might've done my best deed yet. I helped a pretty woman, I delivered medicine to the tavern, and I even got a list of people I can help in the process.

I went to the hospital today. There I saw this pretty blonde woman. Nurse Rose, they called her. Joanna. A pretty name, too.

But she was hurt. I saw it in the way her fingers trembled, how she sometimes gasped and rubbed a particular spot. She was in pain, and had been for a long time.

She'd been taking her medicines in a small room when I heard her murmur to herself that it was getting worse. I knew she needed help then. Someone to help her stop the pain.

I gave her a push, and she hit her head on a cabinet and fell asleep. Then I dragged her into the next room over and put a pillow on her face to make sure she'd stay asleep.

Then I laid her out on the bed. I even gave her a blanket, like Stonks said I should. She looked so peaceful, but there was one thing missing. A pretty smile for a pretty lady like her. And so I stitched it on, so she can smile and be happy forever.

I wanted to put the ribbon around her wrist, but someone opened the door. I quickly turned invisible and passed through the wall to the storage room. While everyone was fussing about Rose, I grabbed the list of patients and as much medicine I could carry and left.

I did really really well. I'm proud of myself. I think I'm going to make more people smile like that.