Lou’s Diary – Entry One (text version)

I am alone, and I don’t know if that matters because I don’t know what I am.  I’m not a person… not a real person.  I am an imaginary person, a fictional character.  I am lines on a piece of paper, drawings and words in a comic book.  Everything I have a memory of doing and saying aren’t memories at all.  They’re the things I’ve done and said on the pages of a homemade comic book created by some… kid… a kid who was tortured and shunned by other kids because of what he was…  he was treated like he wasn’t a person… not a real person.   I am the figment of boy’s imagination who never knew if he was real or not because he felt like no one cared about him.

I have lost count of how long it’s been since I left the others.  The snow has been constant and heavy.  The days look like nights and the nights like days. I haven’t run into any trouble.  The Délons would never come this far North.  And I haven’t come across any Banshees, Myrmidons, Bashirs, Silencers, nothing.  Not even any Skinner dead.  To be honest, I wish I had.  I wish there was something to fight besides the thoughts running through my head.  I’d give anything to come across a Destroyer… especially a Silencer.  PLEASE give me a Silencer to kill!

You should know, diary, I let someone die… no that’s being too easy on myself.  I killed someone. Because of my stupidity, my lack of leadership, whatever you want to call it, Valerie is dead.  Killed by a Silencer…

My hands are nearly frozen.  I have to stop writing, or my fingers might fall off.  I should just find a spot to freeze to death, but I won’t.  I don’t know why exactly.  For some reason that I can’t explain, I have to keep going.  I guess Stevie Dayton isn’t done with me yet.