August 22nd, 1996

Hey mom. Its me, Lilly. I was wondering why you left me here. The woods are creepy, and when I went to the river, I saw the unseeable. A poor little girl was dead, bloody and she didnt have a leg. I looked around and found two books, one with her writing and one that was a little more bloodier than the other one, it seems that the one by the girl was hers, and the other one was someone else's. I read them both and it was terrible, one was shot by his own father and she was killed by an alligator.

It appears that the rumor about "Rosemary" was true. I guess ever since the chaos happened with the government, parents have been sending their own kids down here. Im guessing that that means that you're going to die like everyone else. I bet that im right are'nt I? Heh, how are you going to read this when you're dead? Pretty impossible to my opinion, but then again you will be watching me from heaven.

August 24th, 1996

I met some animals mom, at first they didn't like me, but now they snuggle by me at night. I found this wolf named Snow, the one Mary took care of. Good thing in Home Economics we learned how to sew, at first Snow bit me, but he let me continue due to the pain that kept running through his whole body.

I finally finished and wrapped some cloth from my shirt around his leg. He licked my face and i laughed, i miss having a dog like before.

I remember the government banning dogs as pets, stupid, and a police officer came to our house and killed our dog mercilessly, right infront of us. I even remember dad trying to stop him from shooting his injured body, but the police officer shot him, right through the heart. I'm glad the officer got killed by the assassin. You don't know who the assassin was, but i did, i knew her because that assassin was me.

Before dad died, he helped me train to kill silently. That's why i was gone all summer vacations. He even came with me and showed me how to jump silently and to kill and not have anyone around. It was amazing. I even went on some missions with him. I miss him a lot mom, I miss you as well.

August 30th, 1996

Hey mom, I successfully hunted a deer! I made a bow and arrow out of sticks, stones,and some string from my pants. I hid in the trees and waited for the perfect time, right when a deer came, notice i didnt say fawn or doe, i shot right at its head. I made a fire and cooked the meat, it was around night so I also made some torches. I heard rustling from bushes and got my bow ready. I waited until i heard weeping.

It was a little girl, she was glowing too, i just froze. I didn't know what to do, so i just froze right then and there.

She keeps crying and saying that she's sorry, I think she might be Rosemary.

I was right mom, it was Rosemary, but she's not a ghost, I craddled her and I didn't fall to the floor, it felt like she had been through so much. I brought her over to the fire and the glowing started to fade, it turns out it was snow, I guess winter is coming early this year, I got to start hunting more or hang out with Snow and his friends. By the way, I think I know why Snow was named snow, and I can't believe that I was so slow at this, but he had white fur exactly like snow, and his eyes were beautiful mom! Bright blue eyes like the ocean, it's like they had a story to them. It was so mesmerizing, yet calming.

September 2nd, 1996

Ugh, sometimes I wish that I can talk to my friends in highschool again, its so boring here, but I always find something to do. Besides, Rosemary is getting better, she's happy again and is smiling all the time, she even tends to the animals. She said that she's "The keeper of the woods" and it's amazing, she told me that she was the first child to be brought here, and her friends were murdered in these woods, so painful memories keep occuring in her dreams, making them nightmares.

I feel so sorry for her, its like she was forced to deal with all of this horror, drama, and lonliness. I absolutely HATE it. Every night when Rosemary is asleep, i would get up and walk to the river, and cry. I would look at the bright, white, moon. Smiling and crying, telling myself that everything will be alright, but I highly doubt that. When, i'm alone, i pretend i'm alright, and even talk to myself to calm down, but it's not enough. I hate it to feel like this, but I fight it, who knows, maybe i might make a difference and help Rosemary survive with and without the animals. I promise to make her a strong fighter mom, I promise.