It was currently 7:00 PM, at night. The sky was dark, the Moon was shining lightly through curtains, blinds, windows of people houses. Mark was in his little room, sitting on a chair and writing in his diary about his life and day, all that stuff. His brown fluffy hair flowing from the AC. He seemed quite peaceful, to say at least.

“ Crap.. I’m running out of pages. “ He muttered quietly to himself.