(Various stains are found on the next few pages, the writing is slanted and spaced.)
How long has it been? Am I writing at all? Am I awake? Am I dreaming? What is dreaming? How long has my friend been laying there for.. ..Are we dead? So.. Empty..
It's been four days. I think.. I woke up with these strange marks on my arms and everytime I open and close my eyes Jessica and Tom disappear. I don't know how many times I've noticed the sun coming up and going down, but I think it's been more than ten. So.. Three days right? The Buffout makes you feel a little screwed up, but the Steady levels you out. It's nothing like Jet, but I'm not touching that stuff. I've seen how Angela looks when she takes it, she's like a completely different person. I need some more Cateye to stay awake..
Down to our last two bottles of Buffout. Be right back. Me and Larry are going to the bar to score some more.
Larry went to Freeside to get more Buffout and Jet, I guess some guy out there is selling it dirt cheap, not that bad of stuff either. Maybe I'll try some out when he gets back..
Morning again.. Still haven't slept. Obviously. Angela just left, now I know what she does for a living.. Larry still hasn't gotten back, I wonder if he's alright. I hope..
Trying Jet for the first time.. Larry still hasn't gotten back, but me and Jessica figured, why wait?
(The writing is very large, taking up nearly all of the page.)
It feels like everything is moving.. But me.
(The writing returns to normal.)
I passed out.. Jessica and Tom are nowhere to be found, guess I'm here alone.. At least they left my purse. Who's blood is in the sink?