Travis

The days get tougher with each passing second. I feel incomplete. Earlier I had a pain in my chest, and I knew Skye was about to die. Pure adrenaline is driving me further. I don't care what happens to me because of this, if I die or if I get put in jail, as long as she's okay... I miss home. I miss school, my friends, my old life... I miss the conformity of each day, more mundane than the last. I miss everything around me. I miss life in general... Most importantly, I miss Skye... I miss the moments I spent with her, I miss the long conversations on the phone, I miss the hours wasted sending "i love you" over text messages... Death becomes a necessity. Over these days I've become more and more depressed. I turned to cutting myself to get my mind off of suicide. I've learned to love the sight, and taste of blood. Heh, might even become a fucking vampire after I get through with Ryan. I dream of the moment Skye and I reunite whenever I fall asleep. It seems so far off and unreal, but so is this fucked up life of mine.

I believe I've taken this way too far. It hasn't even been a fucking week since I started going out with her and look what I've gotten myself into. Love makes you do crazy things, but this is just fucking ridiculous. Life will go on... Ha. We've arrived.

"Somehow, for now, this skin will have to do. This is the last night in my body."

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Gareth

Travis has lost it. He's been sitting there grinning and laughing maniacally to himself ever since I woke up. He's done some crazy things to himself over the course of this voyage. He started drinking his own blood, I mean, what the fuck... I'd expect him to act like this eventually, but all over this girl he hasn't even been dating for a week? Is true love really that manipulative?

Through all this, I admire the little psycho's courage. He's finally truly standing up for himself, and for the one he loves. I know his life's been a fucking wreck, and he's learned to take whatever's thrown at him, but he's changed. He's really changed.

My diary will probably be bloodstained by the end of the confrontation. As Travis would say, the blood is "a memento of a beautiful past." I'm thinking of the conformist future, whether I spend it on earth or in Hell. If I die, it's for a good cause.

Thank you.

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Ryan

Blinded by the light. Those four words describe the little bitch perfectly. She's blind, bleeding (and it's all thanks to me), and worthless now. Everyone knows she wants to die. Even Travis. Again, I admire the little bastard for having the guts to even attempt to save her. But he won't. Never.

We're killing her off tomorrow. Right in front of him. I'm sure his built-up adrenaline will kill him, and maybe us, but we've gotten our kicks already. It was an exciting voyage into the darkest regions of our minds, but the trip is finally over.

There are ways to avoid being caught for this. As long as Colby and I don't die, and we don't leave any DNA, we're good. No one will ever think of searching out here anyway, so we don't need to take any precautions. Thank God.

Do we have to reinvent ourselves? Become even more devoted Catholics than we already are? Join a fucking clergy or something? I'm not sure. It's more of a last resort to avoid being caught. Oh well. It's all worth it in the end, no matter who dies.

Must I turn around and say goodbye?

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Skye

Something’s different here… I have this feeling that I’ve finally reached the end of this journey. Honestly, I’m glad. I need an escape from this life and I’ve finally found it. Almost over, that’s all I’ve been saying to myself lately. Of course I’ve also been thinking about Travis and what he’s doing now… he’s probably moved on. He’s smart; he’ll figure out that I’m not coming back, same with my dad. They’ll both move on eventually. It’s not like I’m that important or anything…right?

It’s been about two hours now and we’ve stopped…what’s going on? I can hear Ryan and Colby’s voices. Please don’t let them come back here, please don’t…

I can hear their footsteps. In the dark, I’ve had to rely on my hearing to let me know where I am so it’s improved greatly. Unfortunately, that lets me know that they’re coming around to the back of the truck… that’s the latch that I worked on to get out (obviously a failed attempt) and now…oh my god…it’s opening.

The last thing I remember seeing was the flash of the light and Colby and Ryan’s shadows. And that’s the last thing I think I’ll ever see…

My sight is gone.

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Colby

Date Unknown

12:56 pm

Just our luck. The minute we arrive at the Sierra’s and open the back of my dad’s truck; the light blinds Skye, literally. She’s officially blind, whether its permanate or not, we don’t know. But now that I look at her, I almost don’t recognize who she is.

Skye is now basically a corpse. She’s extremely skinny and worn out due to not eating or drinking. Her body’s covered with blood from all the times we beat her (good times, good times) and from her attempts to escape. Her skin is extremely pale due to her being in the dark for so long. But what scares me the most are her eyes; pale blue, but mostly silver due to the sun. However it’s not the color that catches our attention, it’s the feeling. Just by looking at her eyes, we can tell she’s lost the will to live. Well, we just need her to last for one or two more days though, and then she can lose the life in her completely, whatever there is left. Then she can die before Travis and in her state, I don’t think he’ll mind.

Now I need to help Ryan take her to wherever Ryan has in mind. I’ll fill you in later.

Colby