Dear Diary,

Today in the mail, I received a letter from De Pride Isle Sanitorium. I was afraid at first, I think about that place constantly, I was worried that they would find me until I opened it and it was a handwritten letter referring to me as "Momma." I instantly knew that this was from Timber.

I've been worried sick about her for months now, it's been 4 months since I've escaped the Sanitorium and 4 months since I've left Timber behind.

And I read through the letter, I read through it twice, maybe three times. I'm in complete disbelief and shock from what I've read.

Here's what it said;

"Dear Momma,

It's unexpected to get a letter from me, huh? I'm sure that you've been worried about me. And by the time you're reading this, I would be dead.

I commit suicide on the 15th of September. I'm writing this letter to you to express my apologies. After you and QB left, I went crazy. I let my hunger fester and infect me until I was nothing but a starving animal.

I was nothing but a threatening hungry wolf, chasing down bunny rabbits like a game of bloody tag. I couldn't taste anything besides human meat, I couldn't think of anything except for the pulsing, oozing flesh from within.

All I wanted to do was protect you guys. I'm a monster. I made friends with another girl and killed her. That was when I had no choice but to die.

I hope you're well, no more cannibals, no more islands, no more fish food, you're living a normal life now, writing stories just like how you told us. You were the best mother I could've ever asked for, and I'm sorry that I've been the worst daughter.

I love you, Momma Annie.

-Timber"

I began to cry as soon as I started to read it. 

She was not the worst daughter. 

I loved her.

I wish I was able to protect her, none of this wouldn't have happened. If we had just stocked up on Holy Water and put her with us along with Fiah, things would've been better! We shouldn't have drunk that stupid mystery water, we shouldn't have started eating people, we should've just run away. 

The Sanatorium also left a letter for me, a letter from Valiandria...

It basically explained the events of what happened. Timber's diary was used to track what goes on in an average patient's mind, they chose her specifically because when she first arrived, she had morals, ethics, she ate people, yes, but she wanted to get better, and after watching her friend die, they expected her to lose it then and there, die in a week, then have someone else write in a diary, repeat the cycle until it was a book worth. They didn't expect Timber to last as long as she did, she lasted longer than most patients, one in a million. They observed her outside of the diary, interesting experences happened so they'd see if she could live through it, and how she'd express that via a diary entery. 

Basically, when they read through the diary after she passed, that alone was enough to make a story. 

They explained that they were doing it to raise awareness to praise Gay Jesus and to release a reason why it's bad to be a cannibal, but I think there's much more too it. 

I don't think it's right for them to be the ones to publish it. They also sent a copy of her suicide note. I'm going to write back, I'm going to demand that they send me her diary. If anyone's going to publish that, it's me.

And I'm going to add my diary entries, news articles, and other people's experences.

If people are going to read her diary, they're going to know the whole story. 

But first, I need to get in contact with QB, I need to talk to her about this.

I've been worried sick over Timber, and if I'm gonna get smacked in the face with her death and an exploitation of her life, I at least want Timber to be comftorable with who's posting it. I at least want to be the one to commerate her death.

And I want QB to help.

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Dear Diary, 

Val said it's alright if I do it, mainly because I can add more to it. I've gotten in contact with QB, she's booked a plane to come over to California, and we're going to meet there, we're going to finish this

-Anime Mal

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Dear Diary,

QB and I have got the copy of the book, we've got everything we need.

QB said she also received a letter from Timber. 

It reads;

"Dear QB,

Hey, it's been a while. It's me, Timber. If you're reading this now, I'm dead. I've commit suicide on the 15th of September. 

You were always like a sister to me, and I'm sorry about Fiah. I hope you and Momma are doing alright, I've been writing notes to the both of you, and if anything happens to my Diary, I'd like you and Momma to have it. 

After you two left, I killed a lot of people. I've killed people I liked, people I hated, I'm not the same Timber you remember from 4 months ago. I'm sorry about that.

I've never had any real family, I had twelve siblings, my Dad wasn't around in my tribe, and my Mom never really paid attention to me, being the middle child and all. I could barely count them as my family, rather counting them as people I lived with. I was raised by my mother until she had another child, then I was raised by my older siblings until I was around 10, then I had to raise myself. Being 17 now is weird, I never felt loved by my mother, siblings or father, I just felt like a family pet that you only have for looks. 

Then I met you, Pringle, Momma, Bi, Fiah, and Maya. It changed my life. I felt like I was actually in a family for once. I already felt like Hal was my brother, but after losing him, you all stepped in. I never really told you about Hal, but he was great. 

So, before I punch my clock, I'd like to let you know that you're an amazing sister.

-Timber"

We're gonna go get this published, we're going to let this world know of all the terrible things that happen over at De Pride Isle.

Wish us luck.

-Annie Mal and Quinn Beck

Dear Diary,

We have officially been able to publish Timber's diary. It took some work, but we finally did it.

We stated that we wanted more pages of a few things, and they said sure as long as they can review them. THat's fine with us, really.

It's been a year since I escaped, 4 months since Timber's death. Me and QB are going to the Sanatorium again, but this time we're visiting.

I'll keep updated. We're spending the night there, we're under the excuse of seeing if we can send a family member of ours due to them recovering from this "cannibal disease."

...

We're here. The nurses are a lot nicer and proper than before. Maybe it's because we're visiting. The smell of this place reeks of sweet scents. I noticed that when I first got here, but it's extremely noticeable now. Maybe the scent was so nobody would be able to smell the blood, or maybe so when new patients come in, they feel welcomed. I know that I felt that way, but after spending a year here before escaping, this stench sickens me to my core.

The patients seem tired, yet social. A normal person wouldn't be able to tell, but I see key details in a person to know they are or have been cannibalizing on people for a long time. The sharp teeth, sunken in eyes, subtle blood stains on their face and fingers, the longer, sharper nails. They all lend themselves to cannibal traits. Even me and QB still have these lingering traits, just in case we need to eat another person again.

It doesn't particularly happen to those who cannibalize every now and again, but when you're in a location that traps you with your kind, and at night the sick and empty feeling you get at night, the craving of human meat. It's a disease that spreads around this area. QB told me she wanted to practice and solve what was happening and why, along with a cure.

Seeing it from that perspective, the holy water is a temporary cure. It muffles the urges and if drank enough, drowns them. The only reason I can come up with as to why it keeps coming back is because not everyone gets it muffled, that it just comes back as it surrounds others.

I'm sure it's not a permanent cure, but I do know that it's one that can lead us to one.

I keep thinking about the plague doctor we met on the playground. He said this was a disease of sorts. QB and I wanted to give this particular disease a name, it's similar to rabies, we decided that using lyssa as the first part of its name would be good. Because it happens only at night, we can use noctis as the last part, meaning that we can call it Lyssanoctis, or Rabies at Night.

We requested to get three bottles of holy water to make sure it isn't dangerous, they complied. Now we have samples for our experiment.

The night draws close, I'm going to rest now.

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It's the next day, this place hasn't changed. Despite sleeping in a nicer place, Cannibals kept trying to get in. They saw we weren't scared, rather annoyed. One almost broke in, I just kicked them.

Now in the morning, I sit down with everything. Me and QB watch as they eat breakfast, the ones with duller teeth, duller claws, and no reminisce of bloodshot eyes are eating the meals with happiness, the ones with the sharpest teeth are eating the food like it's dried out sand. We ate our food, I forgot how disgusting most of it was. Gay Cake and Flamingo were the only good meals.

The patients get into groups while waiting for Holy Water departure, some were social, others seemed like they only got together to protect themselves. I remember the old group, we got together to start a truce but it turned out to be some of the best friends I've ever had.

We weren't allowed to go into the Holy Water serving, probably to tell them to be respectful towards us and not tell us anything. Sounds like them.

After this overnight stay, we left. We rode a boat towards the airport and left.

Now that we have the basics of the cure, we can start creating a lasting cure, we will be able to cure Lyssanoctis.

Knowing medicine, it'll take months, maybe years.

Perhaps, one day, we'll be able to cure it. But not now, now it's Timber's diary not a medical book, maybe one day we'll release an article of the cure, but not here.

Goodbye, Timber. You struggled long, I'm proud of you.

-Momma.