Installment 5

            Okay. Who was it?

            One of you turned me in, and I intend to find out who it was.

            He told me it was a bad idea to start this blog, but I didn’t listen, and so now I’m in huge trouble.

            I wrote my last post on the 14^th, and the next day someone found me. At first I thought that a…certain person had turned me in, but as I found out later, apparently not. The guy didn’t catch me -- a decent amount of chapstick and an earlier planned out escape route saw to that -- but now I’m left wondering how anyone found me in the first place. And the only explanation that makes sense right now is that one of you turned me in.

            I knew that someone dangerous would end up reading this -- but I don’t know how any of them found anything useful. It could have been a hack job -- someone could have traced the posts back to my computer. At least, that’s the only reason that makes sense. I haven’t given enough information on the blog itself to explain why anyone might be able to find me. Especially since I never stay in the same place for more than a day or so.

            Anyway, here’s the problem: A certain someone (I can’t say his name anymore, although I was planning to -- it’s too risky) is sitting next to me and going on about how I can’t write this blog anymore and how I’m going to get both of us killed. And right now I’m nodding and not listening to a word that he’s saying.

            I’m beginning to think that this blog is important. I’m starting to think that they don’t want me to write it because people might find out about things that they’re not supposed to. Like I said last time…I think they’re afraid.

            I think they’re afraid that someone might believe me.

            And for that reason, I’m not going to stop writing here. For better or for worse, I have to keep going.

            But not yet, not today. To start with, there are some things I need to find out -- like how we were found in a place I thought was completely safe.

            I’ll be back soon.

            This time, I’m going to ignore the cold ache in the back of my head and say something I should really never say.

            I will be back.

            I promise.

-Nathan T. Dalton