We can't see the light anymore. Its gone, and none of us know why. I guess Matt, wherever he is can't walk in the sun either. The dark has always been something evil, almost uncertain. And I can feel it ripping through me, trying to find a way out, and I can feel it trying to consume everyone else in this house. If it gets through, then I guess we become the stuff of legends, novels and movies. We pass into fiction. I don't want that. I want to keep pretending I'm mortal, to be normal, to pretend to be real. Not fiction! Its not fair. All I ever wanted and if I have to be some evil, demonic thing to get there, then I don't want it. I think I'm starting to forget little things about when I was a kid. Just little things like - see? I can't even begin to remember a single detail anymore. If I forget a single thing about those I love, I don't think I could stand it. As long as I lived a normal life, I cherish my memories from this one more than anything. I don't want to lose them. If I can't remember every detail, every little thing, then its just not worth it. And I need to tell them before I forget. I can't write anymore. I don’t have anything else to say. I'm burning this too, in case you were wondering, whoever you are.