As I stand here gazing out at Angel Grove Lake I can't help not remembering my past. I've never lived a normal life. Well it's normal where I'm from, but not on Earth. Do I feel sorry for what I have done? I'm not sure yet. Maybe in awhile I will be sorry.
I don't even know why I wasn't destroyed along with the others. I know Astronema/Karone was freed. But I wasn't. So why am I free to roam Angel Grove? I killed one of the rangers that I'm sure Zordon would have wanted to die for. Funny isn't it? I did feel sorry for killing the teenager but it was a job! It's not like I ever had a choice or anything on this matter. When you're raised to kill you really have no choice on not doing it. Maybe that's why I was spared.
When all of the evil was destroyed. I remember waking up and seeing dust everywhere. I didn't know what happened. Until I walked to the room where Zordon was being held. I saw the broken tube and suddenly I knew what had happened. I still don't understand why I was spared. Did I make a choice subconsciously? Did I decide I want to be good? I can honestly say I want to turn my life around. I want to forget my past and move on.
I turn around and look at the people playing in the park. Parents playing with their kids. I don't even remember my parents. Heck I don't even know if they are still alive or if I have brothers and sisters. I haven't seen them since I was four years old. Storea Kall trained me to be what I am. If he hadn't died a year ago would he have been destroyed with the others? Sometimes I think he would have been spared.
I haven't seen Karone here yet. Maybe they didn't stay on Earth. For all I know she, Andros, and Zhane could have gone back to KO-35. Though I couldn't blame her for wanting to be with her brother.
I did see the announcement for Trini Kwan and Zack Taylor's wedding. I do know who they are. I had been checking the database on Tommy Oliver to see what I could find to help me. I presume Jason Scott will be there. Good thing I dyed my hair brown. I don't want to face him. He wouldn't understand. No one would understand.
I have written down; everything for the past seven years that I felt was important. This is a last resort. If I ever get married and have kids I want them to know the truth about me. Maybe I'll put it in my will. But I don't expect them too. I am writing in this journal as a last entry. There will be no more entries for me. It's time to move on with my life. There's no more Dierdra. There's only Erin Cartwright.