Diary Fragments

Eighth day after the shipwreck I warned them the ruins are cursed. No sooner did we settle in than the nightmares began. I dream my friends are dying. Their skin hardens into bark. Branches push out through their flesh. I wake up screaming. I'm afraid. I don't want to sleep anymore. I carved protective charms for Bram and Mitchell. They laughed. Threw them into the mud. Last night I heard them whispering about the boat. They're thinking of leaving me behind.