I know that I have been telling you about my kills, and how that makes me feel. How about we talk about something else today. I know that I haven’t told you much about my brother, but I miss him today. He was always there for me when we were younger. I was twelve when he went missing. He was fifteen. We used to play in our backyard. Hide and seek was my favorite.
It was one fall day when we were playing out in the backyard. I was counting to ten, and he was hiding. When I finished counting, I turned and saw him being dragged off by a hooded figure. I screamed for my parents, but there was nothing we could do. I went to my room and cried for days. I told you before my parents couldn’t handle it, so they decided to end their lives after six months of looking for him.
I have never stopped looking. My brother is my everything, and I need him to come back to me. I don’t believe that he is dead. I think he was kidnapped by some monster that has held him for all of these years. I am not twenty-one, which would make him twenty-four. I am not going to give up looking for my brother. I just can’t, because I know that he is alive. I just know it.
I need to lay here and cry for a little bit if that is ok, my friend. I love my brother and need to make sure that I get out my emotions before hunting again. I can’t let that weigh me down. For now, I will say goodnight, my friend, my journal.