DEAR DIARY,
Oh, I can tell I'm going to get tired of being so ironic and funny about this stupid thing, but I don't know what else to do with it. Dear diary, tonight is more homework from Doctor Preston and the story I have to tell you is not one I want to tell. But they'll put me back in prison if I don't, so here goes.
I kept Dad and Mom from figuring out what I could do for about three years. It's easy when you can know what they're thinking, and cover up the stuff they get suspicious of before they've fully decided to look for evidence there.
And then Mom died. Three months later Dad tried to kill me, so I ran away and I broke some laws and I got caught and they sent me to prison. Then Tenebrous snatched me up and said if I agreed to work for them, I wouldn't have to go back to prison. I agreed, and here I am.
The End