The Diary Swap

Book 3

Y/n sat down elegantly across from me and laid her book in front of her before giving me a small smile and looking down again.

I knew who had written the last book but I wouldn't whip him. He'd like that. Mr Gallant, was dead to me and would likely be dead permanently to everyone by the end of this month.

I'm sure no one even knew y/n's name.

"Mr Campbell, please read your given diary," I said, with utter hatred for myself. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen.

"I don't want to offend anyone Ms Venable," he looked towards y/n but before I could say anything, y/n had already spoken.

"I don't care. I know you all hate me. I don't care, just read the damn thing! At least now I get to hear what you all think," she spat.

Timothy took a deep breath and stood up, opening the book.

"You can start," I was looking at y/n, but she never looked up from the book before her. I wondered what she would have to read about herself.

"Dear Diary,

Today I walked into the youngest member of the outpost. I said sorry and walked away. I've never actually spoken to her before today.

She was only twelve when the bombs dropped and now she's fourteen. She seems nice, but I'm scared of upsetting her so I never say anything to her. I don't even know her name!

I wonder if she thinks I hate her like everyone else here does? I don't understand their problem to be honest. She's a pretty girl, fair skin and quite tall, but she never speaks and when she does, she's often ignored or the other purples mock her.

I'm head over heals in love with another purple down here, but relationships are banned, so we don't have much of a chance. He's told me he feels the same way, but it's just not worth the risk.

Our food supply is running low, meaning the leader of this place will use anything she can to get rid of a few of us to save supplies. I understand though. She's just doing her job and a lot of people don't understand that. If we'd been allowed to do whatever, we would all be dead by now.

I really appreciate you Ms Venable, and pretty girl, please know someone cares about you." And then Timothy closed the book and sat down.

"Who wrote it?" I smiled softly at y/n, who I could see was holding back tears.

"It was me," Emily stood up and walked across to y/n, who was now sobbing silently.

Y/n stood up and met Emily half way, before they held each other tightly and y/n cried a little more as Emily rubbed small circles on her back.

My heart melted at the sight. I was jealous of Emily for being able to hold y/n, but I knew that if I did that, my status meant nothing. If I showed I worried for y/n, I was weak and I hated being weak.

Still, no one knew her name.

Timothy moved from his seat so y/n could sit with Emily and we moved onto the next book.