Stained Club - Boyf Riends/TreeBros

Ripped Journal Page : I Always Carry A Lighter

"Wait! How the hell are we gonna see in the dark?!", Micheal exclaimed as we entered the cave. 

I lazily reached down and grabbed my lighter, and gently flicked it alive. 

Soon the cave had a small glow to it, but it seemed enough. I could make out the ridges of rock and granite. 

"T-there is a split a l-little m-more fur-further ahead, I've only b-b-been down one though", Evan explained as we continued on our trek deeper into the cave. 

"Let's go down the one you don't know! Could be more fun. What if we find a treasure chest or something?!?!", Micheal gasped out the last part with an awe look on his face. 

"I would rather go down the one Evan already knows", Jeremy whispered. I looked over at him and noticed him clinging onto Micheal's arm like it was the only thing keeping him afloat. 

Poor thing. 

"Wh-which o-one do you want t-t-t-to go down Connor?", Evan asked me. 

I shrugged. In all reality, I didn't give a fuck. And a little voice inside my head kept telling me I should go down the dangerous one so I could have a chance of dying in here. 

Morbid as fuck.

"How about the one you haven't gone down", I replied. The voice in my head has won.

And I didn't like that it did.