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[Once again Emil's writing stuff on paper and hiding it in his room. There's a public post coming soon, I swear.]
I know how my parents died now. Lloyd killed them.
I remembered it a few days ago, but I've been too afraid to write about it until now. I don't want to speak about it with anybody because I'm afraid of what I might do to Lloyd if I do turn out to be wrong somehow, so I have to do it where nobody else will see until I'm sure. I just can't believe it, but I remember that night so clearly.
It was a normal day at first. My parents and I were at home when somebody came to the door and called for us. Lloyd Irving had come with some knights and they were attacking everybody. We ran for it, but the knights were everywhere and we were afraid of getting caught. The people who came were merciless. Everywhere we went I could see people being chased around or running to find safety, and many buildings were on fire or in ruins. My parents wanted to get out of Palmacosta, but Lloyd found us first. He cut down my mother and father like they were nothing, and Mom yelled for me to run. I managed to get away and looked for help, but there was none in all that chaos. When I found them again, it was too late. My father was already dead. My mother was barely alive, and as she died she told me to leave the town and find my aunt.
But how could all that happen? Lloyd is my friend. I can't see him doing anything like that at all. If I just try, though, I can remember it all clearly. I thought my memories might be fake, but I don't know if that could really be true. Everyone I talked to about that said I was probably misunderstanding what happened. But is there anything else to misunderstand about my parents' murder?
More than anything else, I can't bring myself to believe the Lloyd I remember is really the same Lloyd who I've known here--that the Lloyd I know now is all an act he's been putting on since he arrived on this island. But I don't know what I should believe anymore. I know that the Lloyd I've come to know in my time here is somebody who likes to help people, but I also know that I remember him killing my parents. What does that mean? Both of those can't be true. It just doesn't make sense.
I want to believe in Lloyd. I guess that's what I'll try to do for now. Mom, Dad, please forgive me if I'm wrong. I'm so sorry for forgetting you like I've done.
I know how my parents died now. Lloyd killed them.
I remembered it a few days ago, but I've been too afraid to write about it until now. I don't want to speak about it with anybody because I'm afraid of what I might do to Lloyd if I do turn out to be wrong somehow, so I have to do it where nobody else will see until I'm sure. I just can't believe it, but I remember that night so clearly.
It was a normal day at first. My parents and I were at home when somebody came to the door and called for us. Lloyd Irving had come with some knights and they were attacking everybody. We ran for it, but the knights were everywhere and we were afraid of getting caught. The people who came were merciless. Everywhere we went I could see people being chased around or running to find safety, and many buildings were on fire or in ruins. My parents wanted to get out of Palmacosta, but Lloyd found us first. He cut down my mother and father like they were nothing, and Mom yelled for me to run. I managed to get away and looked for help, but there was none in all that chaos. When I found them again, it was too late. My father was already dead. My mother was barely alive, and as she died she told me to leave the town and find my aunt.
But how could all that happen? Lloyd is my friend. I can't see him doing anything like that at all. If I just try, though, I can remember it all clearly. I thought my memories might be fake, but I don't know if that could really be true. Everyone I talked to about that said I was probably misunderstanding what happened. But is there anything else to misunderstand about my parents' murder?
More than anything else, I can't bring myself to believe the Lloyd I remember is really the same Lloyd who I've known here--that the Lloyd I know now is all an act he's been putting on since he arrived on this island. But I don't know what I should believe anymore. I know that the Lloyd I've come to know in my time here is somebody who likes to help people, but I also know that I remember him killing my parents. What does that mean? Both of those can't be true. It just doesn't make sense.
I want to believe in Lloyd. I guess that's what I'll try to do for now. Mom, Dad, please forgive me if I'm wrong. I'm so sorry for forgetting you like I've done.