Dear Journal...

Dear Journal,
 A few days ago, Edwin came to visit. He told me that Peter tried suicide. I was shocked. He attempted suicide because of me. I never intended this to happen. After Edwin told me, we sat in silence for a while. After the awkwardness, I proposed my plan to bring Peter to the island. He obviously said it would be impossible.
 Today, as usual, I was doing the daily routine, I got out of bed, and took my hike up to the pond. I finished my soak and then rolled my anger away with the ancestor rock. When I was starting my descent down the hill, I heard a faint motor... Almost like a small aluminum skiff was coming in. I thought to myself, Nah, it can't be Edwin. He was just here a few days ago.
 Apparently my legs thought otherwise. All of a sudden, I started running back to camp. Surely enough, Edwin was coming in to shore with the little aluminum boat. There was someone else with him though too. A medium sized fishing trawler was coming to shore also. I could see Edwin alone on the skiff, but on the trawler, I could make out three figures. My guesses were, Peter, and his parents. Sure enough, when the trawler and the skiff reached shore, it was Peter and his parents.