The darkness is back. Again, I'm sitting in the dark with nothing but my insipid thoughts to comfort me. Comfort, that's a joke. -I- of all people killed my best friend.

Last night, I swore I saw Peter hovering near the edge of my bed. He seemed so lost, so forlorn. Guilt fell over me like a sodden blanket, dampening my senses and speeding my heart.

Why Peter?

Each day that passes in this hellhole is a silent reminder. I could stay in hades until it froze over, that would never bring Peter back.

Peter...

My friend...

I'm truly sorry...