A horror mystery thriller about a young girl. The pain and horror she feels and the mysteries about herself and everything she feels around her.
Zelda being so curious about the death of her dad Mr. Mark Williams and the search leading her to the de...
"The abyss of our history swallows the light, leaving eternal scars for us to suffer."
"I kept it back"
"Without turning the page."
I could not do anything like this anymore, and I will not try it anymore. I should accept the fact that this is me, and I cannot change myself. I cleared all the mess I created by knocking off half of my shelf. My diary... I don't even remember when or how I started writing it. I don't even want to turn the pages of the book. I kept the open journal on top of the shelf and went to the kitchen.
(Zelda is walking down the stairs. As she walks, she loses touch with reality again, becoming absent-minded. Her mind is in the realm she saw when her eyes were closed and her mind was focused. The voices are still growling inside her brain, still abusing her. Her feet climb down the stairs guided only by muscle memory. Her knee-length dress waves with her foot movements. Her wavy hair moves back and forth as she descends. Her long, slim fingers slide along the rail. The cold wind from outside moves the curtains in the hallway, its coldness slowly stroking her skin. Suddenly, she takes a deep breath, her eyes wide open again as she starts blinking once more.)
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When I opened my eyes, I was already in the kitchen. How did I reach here without falling? How was I able to walk without even realizing? All I could remember was those eyes looking into mine without mercy, their penetrating gaze reaching into my soul.
I cut the vegetables and prepared my sandwich. Moments ago, I was really hungry, but now I don't feel like eating. Anyway, I completed my dinner and went back to my room to sleep. The windows are still open, so I let them be. The curtains are moving with the breeze.
I can't sleep. It's too tiring, and even though I can't sleep, the voices in my head are too loud. Ghosts in my room are moving around me. My thoughts are moving in all directions. All I want to do is sleep, and the only thing I can't do now is sleep.
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