Don't tell anyone or they will destroy you

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When father sent me to my room, did he really think I would go there? Ofcourse not. I headed to my favorite and most amazing library. She was very cozy. No one disturbed me there. I could spend the whole day in it, thinking about life and dealing with everything that happened and is happening in my life.

I often came here after my mother's death to escape from the outside world. I used to come here to literally drown myself in books and in my thoughts.

I hesitated a little in front of the door to the library. Weird, nothing like that has ever happened to me. I decided to run to my room to get headphones to drown my thoughts in music.

So I ran to the chamber.

I burst into my room and started looking for headphones. After about 10 minutes I found them and went back to the library.

The library had a special place that my father made for me and my mother. It's like a bed where we read books together or mom brought a guitar and played it and I sang.

She guided me to music from a young age and supported my imagination and feeling for music. Thanks to her, I got to know the magic of music and started learning to play the piano, but since she died, I haven't touched it even once. My father encouraged me to try it, but it seemed wrong. It was strange and uncomfortable for me to play the piano when my mother was no longer with us, and yet she is the only person for whom I started playing.

She also led me to be kind to everyone. No matter how bad the people in question were, I was always supposed to show them love and mercy. Thanks to her, I also have a wonderful bond with animals, especially dragons.

My mother was unique, kind, caring, she loved her family and music, and she was and always will be irreplaceable, even if she is no longer with us.

A tear rolled down my cheek at this thought, and more and more followed. I still can't come to terms with her death, even if it's been 10 years, it's just not possible. I loved her, I love her and I will love her forever.

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I sat like this in the library for about 2 hours until I noticed that the sun started to set. After a while, I heard raindrops falling on the window. It was quite a pleasant feeling to feel the rain.

Personally, I like rain, as this is how nature also shows emotions and that it's okay to break down and cry once in a while.

I stood up from my and my mother's favorite place and started walking around the library. Lamps lit her sides. There were also many plants that gave the library a pleasant atmosphere, as if you felt that you were outside, but in fact you were locked in a castle.

I went to one of the shelves on which the books were arranged. I ran my fingers over their covers while the song River flows in you was playing in my headphones. I absolutely adore that song. The piano playing and the sweet melody calm me down.

As I ran my fingers through the books, I stopped at one because I was quite interested in its cover.

It was a dark green book. Her cover was decorated with gold details and in some places the details were raised. I turned it so that I could see its title. It said:

The Secret Diary Of Alora Rimitti

Wait what?! Is that my mother's diary?! Alora, that was my mother's name. How come she never told me she had a diary. My God, Azia, think about it, it's a SECRET diary, so maybe that's why she didn't tell me anything about it.

I wanted to open the diary but it could not be opened. Was he somehow bewitched? No, mom wasn't a witch so she didn't know any spells.

It didn't even have a lock, so it wasn't a key, but nothing, I only have one thing left: Ask my father about it.

God, that's such a terrible idea, but I have no choice.