Michaela's journal

i miss Austin

It's been 200 days since Austin died. That was when my mental health really started going downhill. I miss him. A lot. He was one of the first people I trusted at camp. He was easier to talk to than most of my siblings, I guess because he was closest to my age and didn't seem so intimidating. I know I haven't been the same since I lost him. Half the time I don't even know who I am anymore.