THE HEIRS | JK FF✔️

Chapter 9

                       

                               Jiah

                             Journal

Dear Alison,

         I've never really written to anyone before, but as a child I always dreamed of writing like you did - so openly and honestly about everything you experienced. I wasn't sure who to write at first, but then I remembered you.

     You're probably wondering why would I write to you. It's because you're the one who made me so curious about what was inside the green box. I was only eight years old when they carried you in your coffin and all I could think about was whether they would take your belongings too.

I remember running to your room, half in tears -  not because you had passed but because I was terrified that I'd never get to see what you had hidden away.

You even hit me once for sneaking into your bedroom which only made my curiosity burn brighter. Part of me wanted you gone just so I could finally peek inside that mysterious box.

When I finally opened it, my heart sank. It was just scrap of papers - nothing like the treasures I had imagined. Yet, as a kid, I took it all the same, hiding it from everyone just like you did.

I pored over each journal entry, absorbing every word you wrote behind your closed door.

Now, I'm writing to you, Alison. Maybe by putting pen to paper, I can connect with you, share my thoughts and understand why you guarded those scraps so fiercely. They might have seemed like nothing to anyone else, but to me, they were a gateway to you.

Alison, you know, after reading a few entries I was traumatized. I had stopped reading it and had almost forgotten when I started extra classes and was caught up in studies. But when I turned 12, I was determined to read everything. Alison, I was so young to read and understand what you'd written in it.

You were a dirty and horny woman for someone who was in her elder stage . For a twelve-year-old, knowing about sex and BDSM and more things like porn and smut, this is all just illegal and more traumatizing. Yet, I read it. The things you were capable of doing were just unexpected.

You were a red flag and a cheater, but then nobody knew this beside me. You'd managed so well to hide it from everyone. I really don't know how they write journal entries. But whenever I remember the name Alison, I remember ur journal entries. And believe me, I have no forgotten any of this. You have ruined my childhood, Alison. I hope you rot in hell. I don't know why I'm writing this all in the middle of night but it is just you and your journal entries that rolls in my mind whenever I am at my lowest. And right now I'm.

Well, isn't it the same as a dramatic monologue because the one we address doesn't know we wrote to them? The other person is only there to listen silently while the speaker says everything just like that, how i addressed you but I'm alive and you're dead.

Anyway, you know, I'm engaged and I've lost my sanity over this week. Yes, it's unwanted marriage. Just like the one you had. It doesn't matter how many times grandpa tell me good things about you or how lovely couple you both were, I know the truth. You were a great lier and you've been in my life for short time of period but I'd detected your fake smile everytime. Till your last breath you weren't happy to have your marriage with grandpa and you had chose to betray my grandpa.

One of the reasons I hate you is you were a cheater. I'm on terms with murder, Alison. You could have killed a person and it would be my adventure and thriller tales of journal to read. But you chose to cheat, that's where I started to hate you. Well it doesn't matter, I hated you even when u were alive.