How could this diary be mine? I don't remember it and I remember all of my diaries even from when I started in first grade. To be fair, my mom had helped me write that one, but I still remember my first diary. It was just a plain composition notebook, but I had covered it with Lisa Frank stickers. I mostly wrote about animals I saw during the day or what my favorite color was of the day (it changed pretty much daily and then eventually to just weekly until I finally decided on a deep purple, but a bright orange held its own for a while).
Looking at the diary, it does fit in with all of my diaries. I stick with composition notebooks, but decorate them differently. Now my current diary has a Stranger Things sticker on it. I at least thought it was funny to depict my inner thoughts as "stranger things." This diary has stickers of alpacas on it and when I was about eight, alpacas became my favorite animal so this makes sense. I'm not sure I should open this diary though. If it isn't mine, then I'm prying. If it is mine, I may be remembering things I'd prefer to forget. What could be in it?
Well my resolve to not open it didn't last long. I opened it up and it was definitely my handwriting. Sloppy, loopy, and large (my handwriting had gotten a little less sloppy and a little smaller over the years, but I definitely knew this to be my handwriting). I seem to be writing about a ghost. I did dress up as a ghost for a Halloween when I was about that age...maybe that's it? No, I am writing about seeing a ghost. What was that TV show that I used to watch that had one? Maybe it's that? No, the writing talks about seeing the ghost in my room and I know I didn't have a TV or a computer in my room at that age. I only just got a computer for my 16th birthday two weeks ago.
The ghost was of a teenage girl named Persephone, or at least that's what the writing says. Maybe this was just a dream? No, I seem to keep writing about it for weeks...no, months on end. There's no way that I was having a dream that was that ongoing. But how do I not remember this? What had happened to this diary?
Persephone talks of her kingdom and of taking me with her. When I'm not writing about her, I'm writing about how miserable I was. And I was miserable at that age. Nothing was going right and no one loved me then. That was different now, but the sting still carried. Maybe the diary had gotten lost when I moved to being with my aunt and away from my parents? That moved had saved me, but maybe it also meant I had lost something else. How had it gotten returned though? Maybe, when my aunt wakes up, I'll ask her. Maybe she had hidden it to protect me somehow form all of the terrible memories. She does seem like the kind of woman who would do that.
I reach the last entry:
Persephone says I'm too young to go with her and that she will get me when the time is right. But when will that be? She says she'll give me a hint when the time is near, but wont' tell me what the hint is. She's so nice and I want to go with her to her kingdom, but she says I have to wait. I hate it here. I don't want to wait.
A cool breeze blows through the room and directly to my ear. I heart a husky whisper, "Are you ready?"
(Prompt by me)
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Looking at the diary, it does fit in with all of my diaries. I stick with composition notebooks, but decorate them differently. Now my current diary has a Stranger Things sticker on it. I at least thought it was funny to depict my inner thoughts as "stranger things." This diary has stickers of alpacas on it and when I was about eight, alpacas became my favorite animal so this makes sense. I'm not sure I should open this diary though. If it isn't mine, then I'm prying. If it is mine, I may be remembering things I'd prefer to forget. What could be in it?
Well my resolve to not open it didn't last long. I opened it up and it was definitely my handwriting. Sloppy, loopy, and large (my handwriting had gotten a little less sloppy and a little smaller over the years, but I definitely knew this to be my handwriting). I seem to be writing about a ghost. I did dress up as a ghost for a Halloween when I was about that age...maybe that's it? No, I am writing about seeing a ghost. What was that TV show that I used to watch that had one? Maybe it's that? No, the writing talks about seeing the ghost in my room and I know I didn't have a TV or a computer in my room at that age. I only just got a computer for my 16th birthday two weeks ago.
The ghost was of a teenage girl named Persephone, or at least that's what the writing says. Maybe this was just a dream? No, I seem to keep writing about it for weeks...no, months on end. There's no way that I was having a dream that was that ongoing. But how do I not remember this? What had happened to this diary?
Persephone talks of her kingdom and of taking me with her. When I'm not writing about her, I'm writing about how miserable I was. And I was miserable at that age. Nothing was going right and no one loved me then. That was different now, but the sting still carried. Maybe the diary had gotten lost when I moved to being with my aunt and away from my parents? That moved had saved me, but maybe it also meant I had lost something else. How had it gotten returned though? Maybe, when my aunt wakes up, I'll ask her. Maybe she had hidden it to protect me somehow form all of the terrible memories. She does seem like the kind of woman who would do that.
I reach the last entry:
Persephone says I'm too young to go with her and that she will get me when the time is right. But when will that be? She says she'll give me a hint when the time is near, but wont' tell me what the hint is. She's so nice and I want to go with her to her kingdom, but she says I have to wait. I hate it here. I don't want to wait.
A cool breeze blows through the room and directly to my ear. I heart a husky whisper, "Are you ready?"
(Prompt by me)
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