Dear Diary,

Today I died.

Ok, so I didn't actually die or I'd be writing in this diary in heaven right now. Or in Greek stuff, The Underworld. I just faked it to help the others escape.

Well, it sorta worked.

You see, we did escape, but we didn't. So... Ok. I'm probably making no sense at at all. Well to you. If you asked one of the hostages, they'd know what I mean. Ill tell you everything that happened since you are too dumb to know. So I faked my death supposedly having a heart attack doing push-ups. Everyone fake cried really good and then, they set me near the door with a white sheet over my "dead" body.

So then the Vespers came to pick me up, and toss me out. I gave a Vesper a headlock with my legs. Then we all got out with the Vesper guards knocked out and stuff.

We all scrambled around to get out of the stupid Vesper stronghold. Then we found an exit. Nellie and I stayed behind distracting the um... Guards.

The others took so long to come back and we did a very well job of... Ahem... Distraction the Vespers. They even sent guard dogs after us! And Nellie got like seriously hurt. Blood all over. It was creepy and cool at the same time.

When everyone got back, they told us really bad news. Phoenix died. They told us every single detail. First, they were running. Then they were standing on this cliff, and Pheonix was standing near the very tip. But what Phoenix didn't know, was the edge of the cliff was very unstable. Then the ground beneath him crumbled. He fell! The good news is that Alistair caught him. The bad news is Phoenix let go, because he didn't want Alistair to be pulled along with him.

I mean, sure! There's a big, huge, giant chance that Alistair might've fallen if Phoenix the rascal held on any longer, but there's also a chance Alistair might've survived if Phoenix held on tight still! I mean, of course, the old man could fall, yeah. But, the point's right there! He's and old man! He doesn't need extra life! You could risk him dying for the good of yourself! Sometimes people are such fools with their lives.

Yeah, I might sound like I'm not sad that my ol' buddy died, but, I am. I just... Tend to get angry when I'm sad. Angry to everyone. Usually, I'm just mad at like five people at a time but when I'm sad... Everyone is affected. Today I even agreed with Ted Starling about having a moment of silence for Phoenix! And I hate moments of silence! I can't sit still! Or be quiet! I just HAVE to talk! Like, I was about to point out that Nellie still had red blood in her white hair. But then I remembered. I thought, Oh yeah. It's a moment of silent. I'm supposed to stay quiet. I hate staying quiet. All in all, I hate moments of silence.

Reagan Holt