"The remaining fragments come from Kurt's Journal where he was writing most of the events through out his life"
Today is my 18th birthday, so I've decided that from now on, I will be writing from now and then about what is happening in my life, just so I don't forget. I can't say that through out those 18 years, I've been living a good life, because my Mother and Father split up, my Brother basically ditched our family, when he turned 20. It's a shame, because he was always like a mentor to me. I was always picking his guitar up, when he wasn't home and learning. He was going furious, especially this one time, when I broke one of his strings. Eventually he decided that he'll buy me, my own guitar. He was learning me all of these pretty songs and stuff. It was a good take away from all the things that were happening in my home. Let's just say that my Father was a little abusive and he would always be drunk and beating my mom. Well... When I said split up, I basically meant that my Mom killed him. She got away with it, as she made it look like a suicide. It was always hard to live with that thought in your mind. My brother couldn't handle it, when he found out the truth. That's why he left. I don't blame him. I wanna leave too. And that's what I'm doing. College is coming soon, it's just a shame that I will be paying for it, for my Father's Insurance money, that we got. Well... At least It's a one, good thing that he's done.
It's my second year in college and I've met really nice people. For the first time, I've found a real friends. Tom and Nicole. I've found out that they are also intrested in music, so we started a band. Which is really crazy, because we wrote some nice songs and one of it was really popular on Polish radio. I'm having a really good time here. Shame that I didn't hear from my brother since he left.
In my life, going through all this shit, I would never think about being kinda special. Me and my band played our first concert yesterday. Basically one week ago, when we were playing on the streets, this guy came up and he asked us if we could play at his bar tonight. It was our first money that we've earned not on the street, which was really nice.
Our band is splitting up. I don't understand why. Nicole said that she doesn't want to be longer a part of it. She had some problems in her family, me and Tom tried to help her, but she was more and more and more closing herself in this box that was her thoughts. I just don't understand.
So I've been playing by myself for about 4 years, mostly in bars and restaurants. I've met some nice people over there that were also intrested in making a band, but had no experiance what so ever. This one night in a bar, when I was done playing, I've ordered a glass of whiskey. So I was sitting there, drinking it slowly, and this guy came up and sat down. His name was James. He told me that he has a band, it was actually one of the most popular bands in Poland. He told me that he is searching for a lead guitarist, because the current one, overdosed on the heroin. It was my chance. It was kinda new for me, because they were playing heavy rock music.
"As the media were saying, the band called Black Bears, were going on their concert tour in 2017, one of the countries was Chernarus. When the outbreak happend, Kurt couldn't leave the border, as the airfields were closed. He stopped writing, as he wasn't taking his journal on the concerts for some reason. The Eastern Europe star went missing. He is probably somewhere in Chernarus, trying to leave this hell. His band mates died. He was all left alone..."