I should write this while I can… Going through customs was surprisingly easy. We told the guards we were news reporters returning from a interview with the citizens of Glassbolt. Despite the fact that it was quite rare reporters came to the area, it did happen. When we got to the cabin I had of course thought of the possibility that Tony would just try to shoot me despite our agreement, so I brought a gun myself. As expected Tony and a girl who’s name I still don’t know stepped out of the shadow. Tony my have had me staring down the barrel, but I wasn’t the only one. Before he knew I had aimed the gun at the girl behind him ready to pull the trigger.
I would’ve shot her if Damien hadn’t screamed at me. Something along the lines of “Mom not her!” It’s all I can remember before I felt a sharp pain through my side. How I’m writing this? Don’t worry, I survived. I am in a strange bed, presumably in the cabin seeing the wooden walls. I just wanted to write this down in case I won’t get my hands on this journal again. I don’t know how safe I am or where my son is. I feel tired, and my wound hurts. I think I’m falling aslee…. Entry 2.4: Betrayal
I can’t even completely comprehend what happened 5 days later. My mom is still asleep in her room, and I the pain I am feeling is nearly as great as hers. They patched her up as well as they could. I don’t want to talk to them right now, because I honestly wouldn’t know what to say. She has been sliding plates of food under the door without coming in. She made him shoot my mother. I remember that moment very clearly. I was walking a few meters behind mom, shocked because tony had her at gunpoint and even more shocked because of who was standing behind him. I shouted at her, I didn’t want my mom to shoot her. It worked and she turned her head to me. It is the last moment that I can remember clearly before it got all hazy.
“Shoot her Dad. Wait, Damien!?” My very best friend never told me her last name was Corleonesi; and I never told her mine was Coleson. -Damien