October 17th.
2:27 am.

Hello, journal. It's good to have you.
Mark gave you to me earlier tonight and said you'd be beneficial.
Well, I guess I'll start off by saying that I can't sleep.

Today was quite eventful.
Richard is here with us- possessing Henry.
But for how long? Hopefully he can hold on long enough to figure out how to save Castiel.
If it isn't already too late. I'm worried.

Connie is asleep on an air mattress on the other side of this room. Mark insisted, and told us to keep the door locked. Understandable, since we never know when Henry will "wake up". Richard is sleeping out on the couch and Mark is keeping an eye on him in a nearby chair, just in case. I'm just glad he believes it's Richard now. That was a mess earlier.

I wish I could get to sleep.
There's too much on my mind. And... I'm still having flashbacks, but haven't told anyone this.
I'm trying to be strong and keep a positive mind set.
I don't want to be weak anymore.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going to crumble, but I'm fighting.
I'll never stop fighting.

I'm thankful for Mark, but sometimes

*BAM*!

Something struck the front door with such force, it was a miracle it didn't break it down.
Connie was jolted out of her sleep and sat upright, "What was that?!"
"Mark?!" Jen screamed, dropped her journal, and rushed out into the living room.

Mark had jumped up from his chair and ran to the front door, "Stay in here! I'll go check it out."
Connie joined them a moment later and went over to Richard, who was now holding his head and groaning in pain.
"Hey, are you ok?"

Jen reached out and grabbed onto Connie's arm, which had started to extend out to her brother,
"Not a good idea, Connie. Remember, we need to be careful."

As Richard groaned again, Jen pulled Connie back a few steps.

Suddenly, Mark was dragging the body of a bruised and bloodied man inside,
"I need a hand over here! Help me get him on the chair!"

Jen ran over and helped lift the man, "Who is this?"
Mark shook his head, "I don't know. He was just laying out there. I didn't see anyone else around, but lock the door just in case."

As they sat the man in the chair where Mark had been sleeping, Connie secured the front door and rejoined them.

Mark turned his attention to Richard, who was still holding his head in pain and now breathing heavily.
"Rich? Is it Henry?"

No answer.

"Oh my god!" Jen screamed, after getting a closer look at the man,
"It's- It's Officer Pete Gimel. He was on the scene of my parents' accident."

Before anyone could respond, the house began to shake, as if an earthquake was occurring.
Everyone was knocked off of their feet and items that had been hanging on the walls crashed all around them.