Hey guys! I decided to, for this chapter, to expand on Terence's backstory. Anyway, onto the chappy!

Chapter 6: The Brother's Diary

Terence stood outside his room, leaning against the wall. He looked out into the endless black void in front of him and let out a hearty sigh. It was lonely here.

Sure, there was Alice, but she hated him (she also had every right to).

There was James, but Terence never liked optimists. They always tried to make people happy during the worst of situations, even if there is no "good side."

And finally, there was Frederick (or Fred as everyone called him). He was nice, but also very quiet. He liked to stay away from any action. He reminded Terrence too much of Cris..

Speaking of which, how did all of this happen anyway? He couldn't remember why he started torturing Cris; he couldn't even remember when! It was all so fuzzy. The only thing he could remember was something bad happening shortly after Cris was born, and he had been very angry about it…

Deciding he needed to clear this up before he did anything else, Terence decided that the only thing left to do was look through his diary….what? I didn't mention it anywhere else in the story? Well…..plot reasons! Anyway, Terence entered his room and looked for his diary, because he assumed that the truth lie somewhere in the pages.. After looking for several minutes, Terence finally found his diary stashed underneath a few books – he assumed that figure had probably magically teleported them here.

He brushed dust off of the brown leather cover, examining his name which was etched into the cover. He opened the book and turned the faded noticed that a page had its top-right corner down. He silently read the following:

-Terence W. December 26th, 1975 –

Dear diary,

It's Cold… Dark… Dreary..

It's been 5 years since mom died,

But…I still cannot forget...

Her last words…

"I love you, son…"

...Even still,

I still feel this…hatred for Cris.

I hate him! Why did he have to be born?

If he had not been born, mom would not have died.

It's all his fault….right?

Sincerely, Terence

Terence stared blankly at the faded ink on the page. He felt something rise up in his chest. He felt tears well-up behind his eyes. He-for the first time in years-felt…guilt...

END OF CHAPTER!

OMG! TEH FEELZ!

Yeah, sorry about not updating this much. I was kinda working on something else. Anyway, see you in the next chapter! Bye!