Char's Diary [h.s.]

|Eleventh Entry| Date: April 31st, 2016

Dear Harry,

It's been about three months since I last wrote. I'm sorry I haven't. I just haven't had the energy. We thought I had the flu for a month. But after I kept getting worse we went back to the hospital to check on the cancer. It turns out my cancer had only gotten better for a short time, then is started spreading rapidly.

I don't want to die. That scares me. I'm scared of what will happen after I'm gone. To my family, my friends, to you.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you, Harry.

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Hey, guess what! I'm going to graduate! I have all my credits so I get to graduate! It's only like three weeks away, so I'll probably have to be pushed in a wheelchair. But still! I'm going to graduate!

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I'm feeling a little dizzy. I took my medicine so I should be fine for now. Maybe I'll just take a nap.

G

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I stared at the last page. I clenched my jaw and threw the book across the room.

"What the hell! Why did you take her from me? Why?!" I yelled, pulling at my hair.

"Why?" I sat down and started crying.

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"Charlotte! Hey, Charlotte! Wait up!" I yelled as I ran out the door.

I caught her arm and turned her around.

"Oh my god! What are you doing?! Don't touch me! You perve!" the girl screeched. Now that I'm looking at her, she looks nothing like my Charlotte.

"I, uhm, I-I'm really sorry. I thought you were someone else. I'm really sorry." I knew it was too good to be true.

I walked home and saw my door was open.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" I questioned as I stepped through the doorway.

"Harry?" I heard her voice. I knew that voice anywhere.

"Charlotte? Charlotte! Where are you?" I raced through the house looking for her.

I walked into the guest bedroom and saw her on the bed. I smiled, she's so beautiful. I laid down next to her and kissed her cheek.

"Hello, love." I smiled. We talked for a little bit. She talked about graduating. I talked about singing. We talked about our future and what we wanted to do.

I closed my eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

I woke up to Char screaming.

"Harry! Harry, help m-"

"-shut up!"

I ran to my living room and saw a guy dressed in all black had a knife to her throat.

"You don't know what you're doing. You don't need to do this. Okay? Just put the knife down. Please. I won't call the cops. Just let her go." I tried bargaining with the stranger.

He laughed in my face.

The next thing I knew, I was holding Charlotte as she bled out.

I had called 911, but they didn't get there in time.

"Charlotte, hold on. Hold on, okay? Oh, god. Please. No, no. No. No." I started crying.

"Charlotte! Stay with me! Stay awake okay?"

She didn't.

I didn't save her.

I couldn't save her.