◎Family Secrets◎

Chap.34 The Journal

◎America's POV◎

I smirked as I looked at the book that I currently hold. The cover had something written on it. "Journal of decades" is what was written.

I flipped the cover and sought the first page. There was something interesting in it. But I cannot specify it though.

Observing the book, I noticed the paper seemed old. It's quality was far from recent books. Obviously it was old. Some pieces of papers were almost and is torn apart. The ink didn't seem faded, fortunately. There were missing words in the journal those that were torn. I checked the last page and was curious about the last word written. On the very end of the journal. There, I saw my name.

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As I go further to my life this journal must end and I may have to write another. What a man's last words had haunted me. "You will regret everything you've ever done and you've soon to realize it." Is what he said before I killed him. To which made this man drown regret.

So I end this journal. In hopes that if I lose my memory, I would not believe the lies people will tell me. And if  I die and someone else had read this I hope you know who I truly am.

-U.S.A.

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"How did I predict this?" I mumbled. I guess there are still more that I don't know about myself.

To be honest I'm sort of tired already. And somehow its cold here even if the windows are closed. I might even catch a cold at some point but I didn't care.

I found something at last, I dont wanna waste time. Intrigued, I read the first page. I sat down on the cold dusty floor.

I should probably ask someone to clean and take of this place for me. I get a little too busy with work and investigations I don't wanna bother clean for myself.

Anyways, the fist page was interesting. It writes a date but it was unclear. It wrote that I was on a ship sailing to another land. It was day 6 on that ship and I grew tired of doing nothing and wrote a journal. Nothing eventful happened in the first page though it showed descriptions of people within that ship. Ordinary humans and only I, was a countryhuman.

It showed sketches of barrels and the crew. The sketch is actually incredible...

Soon enough, I felt cold. Too cold to handle myself.

"But I gotta know more." I spoke to myself but hesitated and looked out the window. The moon was up in the center signifying its already midnight. I may not be able to see but I know.

I needed to sleep so I headed back to my bedroom I also took the journal with me. Unfortunately, there's a chance I might faint the next day due to my lack of sleep.

Many had scolded and questioned me as to why I do this. I didn't wanna tell them and wanted to keep my private investigations secret. So as an excuse, "I guess I just keep having insomnia."

"Sir, your cured and healthy but that doesn't mean your condition won't worsen." One of my caretakers scolded me, as I lay in bed with a fever no faint but fever. Yes.

"I'm sorry." I apologized. "Don't apologize to me America. Apologize to yourself." She said. "Huh? How and why would I do that?" I asked.

"You made yourself ill, boy." She said grabbing the medicine and a glass of water then handing it to me,"Here." I accepted and drank the medicine.

"But insomnia did this to me." I fought back. "Uh huh. Rest up. You could do your investigations once you've recovered. Now go to sleep." She ordered and I did it.

So yeah, there are others who knows about my investigations. And she's one of them. There's two of them to be precise. The two I trust most knowing they can't lie to me.

The lady is named Camille. She took care of me as I healed from the poison and even helped me a little about myself. She is an elderly lady around 50 years old. Dark skinned, caring, and understanding. She lost her only daughter due to childbirth. She was a grandmother and is currently with her grandchild right now.

Leuko, the other person who knew about me sneaking in the library at night. Fun fact, he's Camille's grandchild. 20 years old. Rarely seen by anyone and stays inside the security room and check for suspicious activities. Yea he sees unholy things too and sometimes even exposes them. Its funny actually. Tanned, tall, and open. He rarely keeps any secret unless he's told to do so. His mother died as he was born and his father was unidentified.

I closed my eyes and heard that she had already left. Like the misbehaving child I may be. I sat up and checked if the journal was in my drawer. It was. I sigh in relief. I closed the drawer and looked at the security camera. I sinaled Leuko, just in case if he was watching, not to tell his grandmother.

I sighed and lied down. Shutting my eyes as I drifted to sleep feeling very tired. Oh well, I guess I'll have to continue it tomorrow. I guess.

To be continued...

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Haha a miracle. New update, next day.

Also, it seems I am not dying. I thought I would disappear but who knows? And I just realized I made a new plot with America. It seemed like a different story now, duck. But who cares I updated and I'm writing a rewritten draft. Wooh!

Anyways I apologize for any mistakes found in the chapter such as; incorrect grammar, incorrect spelling, missing words, and for misuse of words.
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