Journal

12 September 2014

My psychiatrist told me one way to vent my insane thoughts is through keeping a journal. So here I am.

What do I write...

I thought about him again... my best friend... Alan...

I knew him my whole life! We attended the same schools we even migrated together to this god forsaken island!

Alan was always a... dreamer. He wanted to change the world! Join the big leagues! Capitalize of this 300 hundred year old land!

But he was naive.. oh so naive... I can't count how many times he came to me asking for money saying "Friend! I swear it's the last time and then I will pay you back and more!"

And I kept fueling his... journey.

Now that I think of it maybe if I hadn't he would have lived today...

A month before the incident he started acting strange... babbling about some "New World"...

He tried to convince me to come with him. I kept telling him it's another lie someone keeps feeding him! But he was stubborn. He always were...

So after a month of my no's he finally understood I wouldn't be "coming with him".

The day he said bye... I... I knew he wouldn't go anywhere... In the worst case he just gets mugged... but... I had to follow him.

So the same night I followed him through the forest.

And...

, ,,,, II Saw some... ddogs?? Fern dogs? They jumped him!!

I watched...

I watched my best friend getting ripped apart by some fern dogs!

I... I can't...

NO ONE BELIEVES ME!

THE POLICE COULDN'T FIND HIS BODY! NOR THE DOGS!

THEY CALL ME CRAZY. I KNOW WHAT I SAW!

I KNOW!

I... know...

21 October 2016

It happened again.

Today just an hour or two ago.

Some kid turned up to my store.

Same look in his eyes like Alan.

He stole a lighter and a deodorant! A lighter! I knew where he was going! I had to stop him.

I ran! I shouted! "COME TO ME AND TALK NOW!" But he only ran faster.

I couldn't go deeper. Not AFTER the last time.

I already called the police.

I failed again...

This damn island! Damn it all!

I'm sorry Alan....