15th April 2002
Dear Diary
Oh no. I'm in the choker again. The choker is a tiny cupboard with spikes, nails and knives sticking into it. I shudder as I remember what got me here. I burnt breakfast. The bacon was only slightly too crispy.
But, here I am. This is so wrong! Life is super unfair, but I guess Fate was being a pain the bruise today. Ugh! Anyway, I'm getting so off subject, I need to devise my plan to get out of here. At night they either lock me in the shed or here. It would be a bad idea to escape tonight because I doubt my 'family' would move me there tonight so I'll just wait till tomorrow
Bye.
I imagine writing a diary in my head. It helps to imagine that something, even if it can't tell anyone, knows this. I believe in spirits, and currently, the spirit in my imaginary diary knows everything. Stupid me. I'm so pathetic. Thinking anyone could come and help! Bah! I'm on my own.
16th April 2002
Dear Diary
Hello and welcome back to my head. Speaking of my head, it really hurts they gave me a round two because I whimpered. Like seriously?! Oh, and by the way I am in the shed now. I was smiling when I was brought in here until Master brought in chains. He ruined all of my plans.
Well first I have to find a way out of here. Alright, let's see... old crumbling wood, locked door chains on my arms and no windows. Unless.... The wood is pretty old and worn... I could just kick it.... That'll never work I am too skinny and weak. Well, no harm in trying. I take a few steps back and take a deep breath and closed my eyes.
CRACK!
Owww!
Stupid me that's just another bruise on my foot. Well, I hope it worked at least. As the saying goes; 'no pain no gain,' Well there better be gain cause I'm sure in pain.
I peeled my eyes open and gasped when I saw a gaping a hole in the wall where the chain was tied. Yes! I did it. I repeat the same thing for my other arm and head to the door, chains dragging noisily behind me. Alright no time to waste might, they have heard me, they could come any second now. I creaked the door open and peaked out they were heading towards the shed but hadn't seen m yet. I ducked behind a bush but accidently let out a cough. There was nothing for it. They had seen me.
I ran, round the back of the house, and onto the streets. I didn't how long I was running for or where I was going all I knew was that I had to get out of there. I ran, and I ran, and I ran. I didn't stop once. Soon, about a good five minutes after the voices had faded, I stopped against a tree to rest. Every bone in my weakened body hurt. But the day wasn't done yet. I had to find shelter. I wondered for a while before realising the trees around me had got denser and thicker and I didn't know where I came from.
Then I noticed it was getting hotter. More humid. Oh no. Suddenly above my head there was a big clap of thunder and it started pouring with rain. Warm rain at that. Honestly, Brazil gives you no break at all. It is just hot, hot, hot. Now that I think about it I am alone in a place I don't know, wearing thin torn manky clothes in the hot rain. If anyone sees me like this there is no way they would not be suspicious. I need to try and find myself a shelter for the night. I'll talk to you again when I actually have a place to sleep!
Oh, and before I leave, I decided that now I should have a name for you. I mean I've known you since I was five when I started pouring all my secrets to you, so I suppose now is a good time, since I actually have time. I thought about this before you know. I've always thought Diana was a good name since it sounds like Diary, but then I thought if I regard you as a spirit, might as well give you a proper name. Clara. I'll call you Clara.
See you soon Clara
Bye
I sigh. I can't believe I'm actually out of there. I wander around and soon I see a shadow through the rain. I squint and lose it. I run towards the figure. I have to be quiet, the person might not be one to trust. Slowly, I slinked around the trees and crouched behind a Brugmansia suaveolens. It was just a boy. I could trust him. I crawled out from underneath the bush and he started.
"Please!" I whisper-yelled, "don't scream, I'm looking for somewhere to stay the night, could you help?" I knew I was being pretty straight-up but what could I do?
"Oh um, sure, I don't know any places, but we can kip at my hut,"
"That's really nice! Thank you, but I don't want to be too much of trouble,"
"No, it's fine. I live on my own,"
"Ok thanks,"
~
It had been some time since the meeting in the rain. Jake, as I learned his name was, let me stay in his hut in the jungle. How long? Forever. We had fallen in love. We lived in the jungle with each other and were safe and happy. I had told Jake everything, and he had never brought it up again, thankfully.
One day, I woke up to the smell of smoke. I coughed as I shook Jake awake, who was smiling in his dream. Smiling?!? He was at my side in a moment. I'm pretty sure there is a fire. Oh no! The hut is made of wood?!? . I loved Jake with all my heart and would do anything for him. The mere thought of losing him sent a shudder down my spine. I coughed again and he held me close,
"I love you, Mia,"
And then, I blacked out.
Sorry guys this is kinda wierd
I wrote this in yr7 and I didn't know what to do with this so here we are..
Comment what you think? Maybe I should re-write and continue? idk
Zahra out
