So many thoughts running through my head....

[Anton Volkov]

I can't sleep...Nothing I try is helping. I spend my days roaming around looking and acting like a zombie. I have constant headaches...nothing HELPS! The dreams are getting worse....I just don't know what to do anymore. What I would do for some sleeping pills.

I've started hearing things....I think I'm going crazy like that red headed level four. I hear she hears voices. God what am I going to do? No sleep is killing me. I am so tried of the blood and the dark, I just want the dreams to stop! PLEASE LET THEM STOP!

[Anton Volkov]

She's amazing. My dear Alchemy. A vision of beauty, my own personal angel in the middle of hell. Or perhaps a demon sent her to torment me with her loveliness. My mother would love her, she is a such a beauty inside and out. I care not for her darkness, except for the fact that it makes me love her even more. I wish she was here now...I want nothing more then to see her again. To run my fingers through her hair and simple hold her. Her eyes are like a window into her soul. They are hurt and I want to be there to help hold back the darkness that threatens to consume her sometimes. I want to be there to hold her through the harsh words. I hope that one day she will let me. My dear Alchemy.