Dear Diary,

I haven't seen Archie in days. My hands shake now. I haven't had a proper meal in who-knows-how-long.

Yesterday I woke up in the forest behind my house. When I tried to run out, I only got more lost. The trees looked like giants of all the people my parents have ever killed. Even the whore was there. Her ghost was ugly. It's eyes ripped from their sockets and her mouth turned upward into a wicked smile that tugged at the bloodied wounds on its face. She pointed to me a screeched. She yelled at my. Asking me why I didn't help her. Why didn't I stop them. As she screamed, I tried running, but in the rush of it all, I fell and broke my arm. I can't move my left hand and the arm just falls to my side painfully.

I need to find Archie.

- Ida