Author's note: Imagine yourself sitting behind Nick on his bed in the House. *Minds out of the gutter, ladies :)* Imagine reading this as he writes it:
">>>" indicates a pause in his writing.
It feels strange to be writing again, in a journal. In the SEALS we used to keep
journals, write down all the stuff that happened. Sometimes it was required by
instructors, sometimes not. I saw guys, given two hours to themselves, decide to
write, not sleep. So, it was strange when Derek gave me this book. "In case you
feel the urge to write" I think he told me.
>>>>>
What is he, psychic or something?
>>>>>
I meant that as a joke. I really did. But now that I see the words on paper in front of
me, I'm not so sure. There was always something about Derek, something different.
That much I remember growing up.
>>>>>
This one time, I remember, I was young, and hiding. In the woods behind our
house. Derek? He knew where I was. Came into the woods to find me.
>>>>>
But if he was psychic, why did he buy that stupid story I gave him about falling off
my bike and down a hill? Like you get injuries like that from a bike crash.
>>>>>
Damn. So, what is going on? If he didn't know I liked to write, why give me the
journal, unless Note: The last two sentences were then crossed out on the page, rendering them
illegible.
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