It felt like everything inside me was crunching in on itself. This was last night. Stormy dragged me into the bedroom where I slept for the last 30 or so hours. If I didn't have this video, I would be convinced that none of it happened at all. I went to visit Stormy after holding up at Michael's house for the last couple weeks. Since I can't sleep I have been watching through all of these old videos, attempting to figure something out that I missed. I still have the flash drive marked "MLA" that I grabbed from her room and I will get to it as soon as I have time. I have come to the conclusion that I know absolutely nothing. I still don't know how to fight it, or what it even is. But, even after this, I still want to fight. Last time I saw Patrick, he seemed to have a little bit of my brother back in him. That is worth fighting for. Everything, besides last night, has been extremely quiet and I hate it that way. I'm going to see how Stormy feels about rooming together, at least until this whole situation dies down a little bit. I haven't been sleeping and have been taking some of Michael's pills. Eric tried calling me the other day, but hung up when I answered. His mother told me he moved out of town, but she won't say where. She got upset with me and kicked me out of his house. She said he was acting strange, angry, and violent before he left. She blames me.