TᕼE ᗪIᗩᖇY

ᒍᑌᑎE 10Tᕼ, 2000 (Prologue)

"What is this madness, I don't understand it... The way people have a capability of feeling no remorse for actions of brutality.. Such as murder. I don't understand it. All we hear on the news these days is people being killed, and it's disgusting. The way they act, the way they think it's okay. The way they think they can get away with it. Though no one would ever do anything if it was me that was murdered. They probably wouldn't even arrest the one who did it. If it was me, little old me...

I'm not exactly important to today's society, I'm the outcast that no one would bother to take a second look at. Not even my own parents, I'm sure they'll be glad to kick me out when I'm 18. They've never loved me, not like they love my brother. He's everything to them, and I'm the child they never wanted, the accident if you will.

Anyway, enough with my troubles, I'm sure even my own diary would be sick of listening to me by now, if that was possible. But it's all I have and I know that's pathetic. I'm just the kind of person who can not keep emotions hidden, I have to express them in some form or another.

Anyway, I have to go to bed, mom will shout at me again if I'm not asleep by the time she comes up to check on me...."

Cassie closed the old, dusty book gently. Laying it under her pillow, she got into bed, pulling the rough pink sheets over her delicate frame. She sighed, staring out of the curtain-less attic window, seeing the stars that littered the sky like diamonds thrown onto a black sheet. The moon hung in the sky, the crescent she could see shining bright above the city.

She heard the floorboards below the attic creaking quietly, just her mom coming upstairs, to check on her. Letting her eyes drift closed, she heard the sound of the atttic door open and quiet footsteps as someone climbed up. She couldn't see but she sensed that their eyes were on her, scrutinizing every little motion she made, her chest rising and falling with her breaths, her hand occasionally twitching.

It felt like an eternity before they actually left. She let out a quiet sigh, her throat was sore from the lack of drink and the thick dust in the attic. No one ever bothered to clean it, so she kept it as in order as possible, though the dust wouldn't go away. Her mother never let her use the cleaning supplies, she would always say "It was perfectly fine up there." When in actual fact, Cassie would occasionally choke and cough at the amount of dust and have to open the window.

She sat up, leaning against her pillows and pulled out her diary, opening the first page, and began to read.....