The Diary Swap

The Swap

(1 Month later)

Tonight was the night. Finally. We had added the rule that no one was allowed to use names, to make sure they stayed as anonymous as possible. Y/n seemed to carry her diary everywhere, sometimes just writing down random things even if nothing was happening.

We all sat together at the table and ate our cubes, our diaries in front of us possessively.

"Ms Venable?" Y/n asked from across the table.

"Yes?"

"How are we swapping our books?"

"We are going to leave them in here and Ms Mead is going to swap them. When we come in, we'll all have different ones," I smiled gently.

"Oh, Ms Venable?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have a diary?"

"Yes," and I showed her my book, identical to her's.

"Oh,"

"Everyone is excused to the common room, we'll meet again back here in ten minutes," and everyone walked out, with my sweet y/n trailing behind them alone.

Once they were all gone, I turned to Ms Mead and cleared my throat as she was about to start collecting the books.

"Make sure I get Ms l/n's," I growled and she handed me the book.

"You're very protective over her," she observed as I held the book. Was this wrong?

"She doesn't deserve this. Think about the trauma. You've seen her file, her life wasn't exactly peachy in the first place was it? And now she's stuck down here with us all and a lot of bad memories,"

"They act as if she isn't there," she replied.

"I know," and I got up to leave, letting Ms Mead swap the diaries.