One year since that mass break-out from prison.
One year since Conaghan retreated into the warehouse.
One year since I went in after him and discovered the most terrifying creature imaginable.
And one year since Lizzie was taken from me.
I never got to go to the funeral. Did I ever tell you guys that? At that time, I was more concerned with keeping myself alive and out of Slender Man's sight. I regret it now. I wonder who went. The chief, obviously, and a few of her friends and probably the entire department, for that matter. But not her father. Not Eric. And certainly not me.
And here I am, in Maryland, trying to figure out a solution, but going nowhere fast. I need her. She was the brains. She always knew what to do. Now she's away from all this and I'm stuck trying to pick up the pieces.
It's almost poetic...
Next chance I get, I'm going to visit her grave. Maybe find some closure.
'Til then, I'm still here, I'm still alive. I guess that counts for something.
Celeste will update sometime this week...maybe even tonight. Who knows.
I love you, Lizzie.
I miss you so much.
Hopefully I'll see you soon.