Day One

Day One

Hestival Ridge Academy

Triad House, Room 16

I wonder if I'm the only person searching. Not the only person searching for my brother, I know I'm the only one, but searching for others. There must be. The Dr. had multiple victims, I can't be the only curious one.

I wrote to my father today. Again. He still hasn't responded. I guess he's busy trying to focus . . . at least, that's what I'll keep telling myself. School's been . . . regular, I guess. I still think I should tell Natalie and Leo about my "situation", but I can't help but think that it may not be a good idea. A few weeks ago I wrote my father asking if I should tell them and I finally got a response.

Trust takes living.

Lies cause death.

I'm not sure about what it means . . . help would be appreciated. I really want to find my brother. I just want to know what happened. I want to know what happened to him and everybody else.

My class is going on a field trip to the Mansion that belonged to the Dr.

It's now a museum, but I think that some exploring may answer some questions.

I know he's out there somewhere, waiting for someone to find him.

Annie