The Icelandic fan into his room, a terrified look on his face. Blood stained his clothes as he looked around his desk for his journal. When he found it, he opened it up and started to write.
Dear Diary,
WHAT HAVE I DONE? I remember nothing of the past few days. When I regained consciousness, I had blood all over me. DID I KILL SOMEONE?! WHO DID I KILL?! DID I KILL AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER?! ANIMALS?! God, I don't know! Mr. Matthias looked at me pretty scared earlier, and he's been avoiding me all day. I need to know what happened.
Sincerely, Egil Steilsson
After writing this entry, he looked at his bloodstained hands and started to cry uncontrollably on his desk. "Why did I go outside? I'm a idiot..." He said, his words muffled between sobs.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of an Optimistic Icelander
Random"You can read it if you want I don't mind!" He said, handing the book to you.
