2:28 am
I looked at my friends. Thoughts swirled in my mind, sucking me into my own pit of despair and forcing me to think about the year of only me and Steam. The day we had met was a day that no one could forget, had it happened to them. So many thoughts and feelings in such little time. When I came out of that sewer that had been my home, fear and confusion and disorientation and wonder and desperation and fear all hit me at once like I just had a head on collision with a truck carrying every and any feeling. Aimlessly, I wondered around the new world I had found. I was still a baby to this world and the sewer was my mother that had held me for fifteen years in her womb, only to try and abort me, and leave me a helpless foetus. Yet, through all this I had met Steam. The incubator for the premature birth. My hope. My saviour. A saviour that taught me to read and to write. Taught me to love and to laugh. And taught me that I could hate and seek vengeance. The small time we had before meeting the others had been the best time I had ever had. I wonder if things could've stayed the same had we not have gone to that inn.
Did Steam even recognize me anymore? Was I still that helpless child? No. Over the adventure, I had changed and hardened. I had grown. Rather than a foetus, I became wise beyond my years. I left Steam with a parting gift of a forehead kiss.
2:33 am
Ghostly. I had grown quite attached to this funky dude. He had been there for everyone during the past month and I respected him due to it. I nudged him awake to say my goodbye, in case I was going on a suicide mission, at around 2:33 am. "Hey". That's all I could muster up. "Thank you for being there for my Steam.", after that I tried to gain my composure, "I... I thought good of you. Really big good. My Steam was best but you were the other best. My parent was killed by the mean guy. I'm going to fu...", I always struggled with the newly taught swears, "fuck up the mean guy. Don't say to others please. You'll get in big trouble. I'll win for you my Ghostly". I felt myself tearing up like a kid so jumped into Ghostly's arms. Ghostly truly knew there was nothing he could do. He opted for doing nothing, after my constant begging, and reluctantly went back to asleep. No doubt he wished he stoped me.
The only member I told about my plan. I don't know why I did it. Perhaps it was because I knew he couldn't stop me. He was too kind and never wanted conflict in the group. An easy person to tell and get away with it.
2:40 am
I had nothing to say to Dave and Matthew. I had just been a nuisance to them and they had been nothing to me. I kissed Steam one last time and began to leave. The pit came back to swallow me in forever, trapping me and never letting me leave the campsite. But vengeance and bloodlust had been side effects of this wild goose chase. Vengeance and bloodlust that I used to clammer on to the sides of the pit and drag myself out. Vengeance and bloodlust that I'd use to avenge my parent who was massacred by the abortion meant for me. Then I left the site to avenge Alex, the only other person besides steam to help a half dead child.
1:26 pm
I am found lying in a grassland 100m from the nearest town. A hole was punched through my abdomen and I either died from the injury or the blood loss. A single tear streak stained my face. The time of death was 6:57 am, just over four hours after I left the camp. A note written in my blood was found on my person. The said read as such "I'm sorry my Steam. I'm sorry nice Ghostly" with Ghostly spelt "gostly". I always had a hard time spelling ghost.
My spirit was unseen but, as they mourned me, I gave Steam one last gentle kiss.
And signed goodbye to Ghostly.
1:27 pm
I say my last words. Before my soul goes to the afterlife and "rests forever".
"Goodbye pretty Steam"
