This is a peegirl life's memory by me. The neighbor upstairs had been 302'd by her cruel abusive boyfriend, not for reasons that were really unreasonable - she apparently tried to throw a piece of furniture out the window and when the police came up 3 or 4 am the whole building was in terror from the violence and afraid of what might happen to any given person involved. Instead of explaining anything clearly she brought up supernatural threats saying this boyfriend had cursed the building or something, and then it was easy for this man to play the victim.

Really she was the victim of him. Maybe I was the curse as I was the spirit who haunted the building and one neighbor accused me of being a witch before because I wrote a magic spell on the exterior door shelter. But I only ever mean well and try to never ever be violent. I literally cannot hurt a mouse. I hated this man who was always drunk, always pushy with me, with everyone. Every day I wished he would just turn to dust and blow away forever. To hear them fighting upstairs was like living in the middle of it. I would onlly open my window to try to let in the sounds of the street. I would wet my bed more and more. I wet my bed and pull the pee-soaked blankets up and breathe in the smell and try to feel protected from their screaming and thumping. Once when I saw her in the stairwell I said "Zee" (her name was Z, and that was an initial, for her true name was Zelia, an unusal but very pretty name) "you need to get away fron this situation." "Don't let the past define you." I am certainly no hero or heroine. My own life is not a safe haven for anyone, myself included. But at least it was only me living there and I was quiet and I lived in my special world of Pee Princesses and bedwetting and I mostly minded my own business aside from some of the neighbors bullied me one time for not fitting in, for being a Pee Princess in training on the 2nd floor of their dry-night apartment, as I did not find a peegirl coven to adopt me at that time, this being the terrible Summer of 1998 when I was struggling just to keep a roof above my little head and have food to eat. Back then peegirl covens were done by mail correspondence and I had one photocopied magazine and some letters, two other Pee Princesses who lived in the rainforests on the outer reaches of Oregon State in the USA where girls took charge and made a peegirl commune I wanted to join but I had been prescribed some medications that made it too difficult to plan rogue plans that some in my life would try to thwart saying it was not good for me like the time I did not eat for a long time and was admitted at the door of death with the note that I was "in danger to myself." 

 Well one night Zee was up there and the sound of shattering glass and shouting and thumping and everything was too scary. I went to the door and unbolted two bolts. I kept a good-luck charm of an upside-down rainbow to catch Princess Pee in on that door. In this case it caught and cradled the dear soul of this neighbor, as she ran down in her robe, with blood, and with terror, and IN to the door and SLAMMED it. Then this idiot violent male who thought he was so dominant but was really just dumb-idiot went running by screaming profanities and that she better be ready to go to jail. Not tonight. 

 Well now she plunked down on the bed and I said I will make you a drink. I was never drinking alcohol drinks but I can make mint tea. She mentions how much it smells like pee and I say it's because I pee the bed every night and in the day and I am working on joining a peegirl coven. Now in her state she gets up and sits in the small desk chair next to the window "oh that's crazy talk you know that's crazy talk" I told her she had no room to judge since I let her in, like when a vampire is invited into your home but in reverse. I explained that I was not hurting anyone and anyway it's not like I was being violent or waking everyone up at night. I said "you know I get scared down here when I hear him yelling and my pee-bed is what makes my anxiety levels go down. You know I work on being a Pee Princess because it's gentle and sweet and pretty and it's not like your world up there where it's so violent and loud and angry." Then she saw my point. She said she was finally done with this guy even though he would try to financially blackmail her. I hated hearing that. I could sympathize with the situation and hated it. I said she could stay with me and I would hide her. She could stay on the couch. "Have you been peeing on it, too?" Yes, of course I had been. The whole apartment smelled strongly of pee, actually. I was living a good peegirl lifestyle at that time and working toward good harmonic peegirl consciousness. I was a litte shocked when she said "well, I guess I have to join you...." "WAIT" I said. I didn't want her to feel forced. I really hated that. I didn't want to make her feel like a prisoner. If nothing else, I am not completely stupid. I knew she'd end up resenting me and then she could make my life into a sort of hell by getting me in trouble for any number of things, such as all my bedwetting and peeing in the apartment. I explained I didn't want to do anything mean to her or make her feel trapped. I even told her "I love you" and I meant it.

 We ended up staying up for hours. She was about 20 years older than me. I helped bandage her hand and I braided her hair and we were laughing together. Actually we came to like each other and I could sense she trusted me - she started to get why I was not like this evil man she escaped. Finally she said "I really want to pee on your pretty pee bed. You're a good girl and you deserve that." When she said I deserved it my heart was so happy. I could tell she wanted that for me.

 This story ends with us not keeping in touch, sadly. But she did pee my bed three times and I treasured that. The third time I asked her to pee on the pillow and the pee was very loud and hissy, and the pee washed off the sides of the pillow and onto the floor. Snuggling into that pillow made me so happy. 

I lived in fear after that that this evil man would return and try to murder me or fight me but he never did. I heard later that he had been killed, "live by the sword" and all that. Zee had drug and other problems and no one knows her fate but the Goddess. I like to think she has a special place in Pee Princesses afterworld someday and I want to see her again and laugh with her and braid her hair over the bathtub. This is a life's memory by me thank you for reading it.