Journal

[…]Nicole doesn't trust me. I can see it in her eyes. She doesn't understand that I'm helping her.
It may be tight in here, but what more do we truly, honestly need? We have supplies for months and we have each other[…]
[…]but I saved her life. I've kept her safe when no one else could and yet she keeps looking for ways to leave. This naive girl can't see that the only thing waiting for her out there is death. The moment she left they'd come for her and kill her.
[...]I refuse to endure this alone. Let her hate me. It's a small price to pay for survival[...]
[...]every day I explain it again - she owes me her thanks for what I've done for her. I know one day she'll look at me with love in those eyes and see me as her savior[...]