Mrs. Alfred has been gone for a long time, now. None of us talk about her anymore, and it feels like I'm the only one who remembers her. She was the one thing that none of us hated. She held me together and helped me with my hate.
Evan is the one full of hate now, and he wasn't here when Mrs. Alfred was here, so he can't learn from her example. I wish I could help him get rid of the anger and sadness. But I can't. It's his mind, not mine.
Basically, ever since Mrs. Alfred..... Died... The darkness in our house has been deeper. I don't know how to talk about it, or deal with it, or stop it.
A few good things, though. Nobody talks to each other anymore. It was always so confusing when they did. No strangers come to the house; that's a good thing.
And the screams are the same.
Author Notes: What is this again? Day five?