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OCTOBER 9th, 2013 - 11:59 PM
Dear Diary,
Forgive me for not writing for the longest time. I just haven't had the energy to pick up a pen to write this week, a lot has been going on. For everyone in Arcadia Bay.
2 days ago, October 7th, 2013, my best friend died. She was shot in the bathroom like the first time I ever wrote about my reversing time powers. The previous journal explains everything, if only Mr. Jefferson didn't burn it.
Anyway - everything right now is so damn dark and depressing. I'm still having a hard time accepting it. Hell, I can barely write this journal entry without my hands shaking and feeling like my eyes are going to start watering again.
My parents asked me if I wanted to come home for a while and talk about it, to heal.
I told them no.
I had to be here for David Madsen and Joyce, of course. They were going to need a friend around, especially now. I had to be here for Chloe, because even if she's onto her next big move already wherever she is right now, she would want me to be here.
Gosh. This is just like what happened when Kate slipped through my fingers. I couldn't stop seeing her face in my mind, her feet step forward off the roof's edge. Never ending nightmares. Except this time, I keep seeing Chloe's necklace fall in slow motion, her body slowly fades into view. The time she was shot by Jefferson.
I see her being hit by that train, I saved her from so long ago now it seems like a thousand years. I see her everywhere I go, and I have to remember she's not there.
No Max, she's not there.
She's not there anymore, I have to keep telling myself.
I have to go for now journal, maybe I'll write again soon. But water doesn't mix good with paper.
Till next time,
-Max