Chapter IX

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I don't think I've had one single minute alone in the past week. Mom is now in my room when I change, and turned around in the bathroom when I shower. And I've literally had no time to finish reading Imogen's journal.
After I brush my teeth to go to sleep, I walk over to my bed, and stick the journal under my pillow. I get in bed and Mom sits in the chair. After about an hour of pretending that I'm asleep, I look over and see Mom's eyes closed. I say her name, and no answer. She fell asleep! She's never fallen asleep while watching me before. But I don't blame her; she hasn't gotten much sleep lately.

I grab the journal from under my pillow, and I get a flashlight from my dresser. I go under my covers, and flip to the next entry.

"The witch I met yesterday, told me that I need to turn into a cuatrabrid and that she's the only person who can turn me. So I met her in this cave and I turned... it was so terrifying... I thought I was going to die. It hurt so bad. But I feel more powerful than ever. The witch asked me to meet her again today, I don't know what she wants. But I'm going to go anyway. - Imogen OM.

She was banished to the prison world after she wrote that. But when I first started to read the journal, I skipped around so I flip back to the first entry.
"January 26 1864. I hate my parents. They ignore me and favor my brother. They're always out all night at a gala or socializing. I just wish they paid attention to me..."

I look up from the journal, and decide that this is enough for tonight. I peak out from under my covers and mom is still asleep. I put the flashlight back on my dresser, and put the journal under my pillow. I decide not to wake her up because I know that she needs some sleep.

I wake up the next day to Mom staring at me. Why am I not surprised?

"Morning, sleepy head," Mom says.

"Morning, madre," I say stretching.

I brush my teeth, and we go downstairs and have breakfast, and I watch T.V. all day long. Mom comes home after a ten minute errand with a special gift! All of the work that I've missed over the past week! Ugh! I've missed so many tests and quizzes, five science labs, and so much homework. It's taking forever! I finally finish it before I go to bed tonight.

Bedtime = journal time! Tonight is Dad's night in my room, and he usually takes a 5-hour energy and never falls asleep. I decide not to use the flashlight like I did last time, and just try to read it under my covers. I pull on the notebook out from under my pillow as quietly as I could, and flip to the second entry. I could barely even hear the flipping of the pages, so I bet Dad can't either, so I start reading.

"February 6, 1864. I planned to do something... but I couldn't do it. I wanted to end my life...It has no meaning... it has no purpose...But I just couldn't...Even though nobody even knows I exist. But my life can't end this early.

February 13, 1864. I am a human. Father is a vampire, and Mother is a witch, Brogan is a heretic, like I should be. I don't know why I was born a human. But I think that's why my parents ignore me. I hate them for that. It's not my fault I'm a human."

Honestly, I feel really bad for this girl. I can't image being shunned by my parents just because I'm a human. I couldn't help myself, so I read the next entry.

"February 28, 1864. Today was a very bad day. I kept hearing things... like voices in my head. They told me that in order to get my parents' attention, I need to break things and make noise. So, I kept breaking things and screaming, just so they'd listen to me.

Oh my god... this girl really was troubled. Schizophrenic! She heard voices in her head that told her to do bad things. I keep reading the journal.
"March 5, 1864. Everyone is telling me that I'm crazy. and I'm not sure if I believe them. Brogan keeps calling me "mad," and it makes me want to hurt him. And when my parents ignore me, it makes me want to hurt them."
I think that's enough journal time for tonight. This Imogen girl is crazy town! She's pretty scary...

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