"...it's... been a while since I've done one of these. Strange, actually. I've, uh... I've been busy, since my last entry. Over a year now since then, actually. I've done plenty of stupid shit since then, so it's nothing too new.
"It is... the twenty-fifth of October, nineteen eighty-six. I bought this new recorder twelve days ago, but haven't had the chance to use it yet. I've... I'll get to that in a second.
"Earlier this year, Aisling and I moved from Virginia up to Vermont. To this town Blackwater Hills. We needed an escape -- I needed an escape. When we heard about the housing prices dropping, we decided to make the move. We wrote letters to anyone who would miss us. Or, rather, anyone we'd miss ourselves. I don't think many people do miss us.
"We moved into an apartment in the town, tried to start making it a home. But... it's not home. I don't know what it is. Just a place to live, I guess.
"Shortly thereafter, Aisling made the first mistake. I don't blame him, it's not entirely his fault, but he's an idiot. Doing something that ended up ruining his motivation to meet people. He's constantly shut away in the house. I don't know what to do.
"I've made... one friend. Maria. She's got white hair, like I did, and she's... spunky? I don't know how to describe her. But we've had our own issues.
"We met through her aunt, Irina. She let me borrow her lighter and recommended I meet her niece because we seemed similar. And we were, for varying reasons.
"I think one of our first hang outs was at the church. It's... run down. Dilapidated. She was going through something, I guess. She was tired, and she was elbow deep in dirt and flowers in the middle of the church floor. Someone walked in on us, a woman named Alma.
"She's nice. I like her. She helped us set up proper flower beds inside the church and replanted the flowers. Maria likes her too. She called us the Knights of God since we were all religious, I guess. Things were fine for a bit.
"She held a slumber party last month that ended in both of us in the hospital. She- she called Aisling a whore, essentially. It was a joke, I guess, but I didn't think it was funny. She kept pushing it, calling both of us names until I just... snapped. Again.
"Next thing I know, I'm in a clinic being treated for a bite wound, a moderate concussion, and bruising. Though, I hear I won. You'd be proud.
"We had another incident more recently. Or... eight days later. She was crying, and I went to comfort her, and she shoved me. Hit my head again, another concussion. Even less fun the second time, especially since I almost died. Thanks, Maria.
"My memory's been a bit spotty since. Not spotty enough for my liking; I'd like to forget it all.
"I have apologies to make still too. From the slumber party. There were people there who watched. Sachi. Elodie. Constance. Alma. I've apologised to Constance already, but I need to speak with her father considering she's young. That... may not bode well for me in particular.
"Aisling still has no clue. He thinks the first concussion was from a softball incident at the sleepover. That's what I told him, and I had to beg Maria to make sure she or her family didn't let him know. I can only hope no one else gets the chance to tell him. The second time, he knows it was Maria.
"He doesn't like her. He doesn't like anyone that shows harm to us. That's clear enough by how he's been acting recently.
"When I got home the second time, I was with Maria and Mr Elijah. He's a cop here, and he's nice enough. I don't like him for personal reasons, but he hasn't really done much for me to hate him. Aisling, on the other hand, would probably burst into flames before he ever tried speaking to him again.
"I'd asked for Mr Elijah to go upstairs and talk to Aisling; I really wanted them to work things out, I swear, but it was the wrong thing to do. Next thing I know, I'm waking up on the couch and trying to usher both Maria and Alma out of my house before doing upstairs.
"Aisling was a wreck. There was glass and flowers everywhere, his own blood on his hands. And Mr Elijah... he was scared. I don't want to fault him entirely, but he must've done something. Aisling doesn't act out for no reason. It's unlike him.
"Either way, I think we're on his bad side. I don't blame him for that.
"To make matters worse, something happened to Aisling recently, but he won't tell me what. He went out for a walk on Sunday and when he came back in the early hours, he was soaked. Covered in dirt. He had this look in his eyes as if he'd just been through Hell and back, but he wouldn't speak to me. And, for some reason, his bandages were clean, freshly done.
"I wish he'd talk to me, but that's wishful thinking. I think he's on the edge of something bad, I don't know how to talk him down from it. I've never had to, it's always been the other way around.
"I don't think we get a happy ending. It just seems like everywhere we go, every life we try to live, something will happen. I'm scared that this will be the last life Aisling tries to live before he goes back."
*A pause*
"I really hope he gets better."