Our Cottage In The Woods #2

March 20; 9:21 am

Hey, I…I don’t know what to do. I just lie here on my bed all day long. Well at least that’s what I did yesterday. I mean what else can I do, now that he is DEAD! GOOOOSH! I hate my life. Why can’t I die instead of him?! Why Sam?! He did nothing wrong. NOTHING IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE. I just don’t get it. Oh….wait one sec, it’s police calling.

Okay so apparently he got murdered. BUT WHY HIM???!!! Who the hell would want to kill Sam?! I think that’s all way too much for me. I better help my mom in the kitchen and think of something else. Maybe, if I feel strong enough, I’ll visit the meadow again. I hope Sarah will help me to get over it some time in the future, even though she probably doesn’t know how. I mean I don’t know either how I would comfort her if her sister died. You may wonder why I mentioned her sister…it’s because Sam was like the brother I never had…even more. But now he’s gone forever, taking a part of me with him. I’m not myself anymore…

April 2; 3:15 pm

Yey I finally found you. Well I guess I shouldnt cheer cuz…uhm yeh…Mathews in the clinic for them crazies. Idk what its called but I guess you know what I mean. Im Sarah btw…Maths bestie for life…at least I hope our friendship wont end until we die. So…bout Mathie…it was very tough for him recently…I dont know if you know but, yeah, his bf died like half a month ago or so. Anyway he tried to kill himself too. And now…yup, hes rotting in this godless place, tied onto his bed, getting tons of meds that are supposed to help in some way…Idk. Even though I hate these clinics Im thankful for the docs that made him go there. I think Ill bring you to him, so he can write his crazy thoughts n stuff. Bye for now…

April 2; 4:32 pm

Hey. Haven’t seen you for a long time now. I’m glad they allowed me to keep you for writing down these intimidating thoughts I can’t get rid of. I have to use a special pen to write and there’s always someone standing right beside my bed when I write, so I won’t hurt myself any further. Okay so Sarah already wrote down what has happened. However, I want you to know in detail. After the call and finishing my last sentence that day, I immediately ran to Sarah because I wanted to go where Sam passed away to pay him respect. As we arrived, everything was fenced off with barrier tape. Police officers where still investigating the clearing in hope of finding more clues or evidence for the murderer. I was allowed to enter but as soon as I reached the spot where his body has been I collapsed. The grass was crushed and there were blood stains everywhere. I woke up in one of the police cars and instantly had only one thing on my mind. I wanted to be with Sam by any means. I stormed straight toward an officer, grabbed their gun and placed it on my temple. I wanted to pull the trigger right away, but it was still locked, and I had no idea on how to unlock it. In that time, I’ve already been pushed down by five officers minimum who disarmed me. From there on until lying here in the psychiatry I remember nothing at all. Anyway it’s bedtime now. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye