Dear Diary,

I'm not realy able to write.
They are dead!!! They are all dead!
Why didn't I do anything? I could have done anything... I could have gone to his room and kill him with one of his own weapons...
Today the guy I thought I would know, my brother Claude killed about 15 people. They all were part of the party. Some of them are just in the hospital.
I don't think they'll survive.
He shot Timmy, he shot Molly, he shot Andrew and he shot the guy, everybody called Mark Rothko. The forensics still collect his brain from our carpet. The other killed kids were friends of Sara. May God bless them all.
Why did Claude run out and shoot? I'd realy like to punch him in his face.
I don't think I'm gonna go to his funeral. I allways hoped he would come back to us. But the drugs had him.

maybe till tomorrow

Chris