Bella's Diary

Entry One: A Strange Day

Dear Diary,

Today was a really strange day. And before you ask, no. My Dad still hasn't shown up yet. A lot of strange stuff happened, but as disappointing as it is, my dad coming back isn't one of them.

But still. You're not gonna believe what happened. Okay, okay, I'm getting too excited. Let me start from the beginning.

It all started this morning. As you probably know by now, it's either day 181 or 182. I'm not sure if there's a leap year or not, but that doesn't matter right now.

Dad still haven't come back yet. It's been six months since I've returned, and he still haven't come back. And as much as I didn't wanna admit it, I was starting to lose hope.

Did he...forget about me? No. He's my dad. He wouldn't forget about his own daughter. It was honestly quite strange to me.

At first, I thought Dad might have been just too busy. But last time I checked, whenever he went deal-making, he never took this long.

It would often take an hour or two. Sometimes, longer, as he'd come back when the day was nearly over. Sometimes, he'd be back much sooner.

But six months? This never happened before. I was starting to think he'd never come back. But...he has to. Dads shouldn't leave their daughters behind like this. Doesn't he remember what Mom always said about family?

Then again, Mom left when I was forty years old, and never came back. Looking back, Dad didn't like talking about her.

I was too young to understand or even notice at all, but looking back, I think he was....angry at her. Resentful. It was the more reason to not let me come with him.

Why did Mom leave us like that? Why haven't she come back yet? That's what I always wondered.

But as the early morning went on, a scary thought popped into my head. What if Dad was doing the same thing? What if he was doing the same stunt my mom did?

I was so worried by that possibility, I decided to try to clear my head. I left my area of the mindscape and decided to wander around.

The mindscape was an endlessly big place. As I floated, I watched the dreams of many mortals from the physicals and even their own fantasies beginning to manifest.

Sometimes, I felt envious. Even of my own mother. Even though Dad and I were confined to the mindscape and could only talk to mortals through dreams, Mom could enter their home whenever she pleased.

I never talked to humans. When I was little, Dad wanted me to stay home. Stay put. Where no humans were around to talk to. And it's not like I could try to behind his back.

I always had a babysitter holding me back.

As I watched the dreams of some happy children, I realized something. Dad may have not come back yet, but I was also alone. Neither of his friends were here either.

Pyronica. Eight Ball. Keyhole. Teeth. Zanthar. Hectorgon. Not even Krypto. I was alone in the mindscape, and neither my Dad or his friends could stop me from doing one of the things I always wanted to do: talk to the people that came from the world I have been fascinated by ever since I was a child.

I decided to head back home, way more positive with the reality that I could talk to humans and other mortal creatures whenever I wanted. So, my confidence boosted up by the time I got home.

By then, I had taken a human disguise I've recently made. I looked like a young girl, with short blonde hair. Wearing a red sweater with a yellow eye on it.

I was so excited and so confident, that by the time I've arrived, I was just singing happy song of my own. All while doing all my favorite hobbies.

Drawing. Painting. Sketching. Sewing. Pottery. You know the drill. Eventually, I started to settle down, and this is when the crazy parts of my day begins.