Dear Diary.....
I once read a quote that told me to wright my greatest fears. But what if I told you that my greatest fear is facing reality? Would you read on? Or dismiss me, shun me, and lock me away? So many thoughts run through my head, so much pain sorrows me deep down; and yet I still keep my secrets hidden. Untouchable.
So today as I recall my past-something that no one knows of me, not even Charlie-I cried. Though not realizing it in time-I put a smile on my face and walked to our field of flowers at 1 in the morning. Just to reminisce in my tragic past. My hair became dripping with the shower from the clouds. My arms were glossy from the rain. My clothes seeped with water. My tears mixes with the pellets of droplets of water hitting my face. I sat down on the grass and looked at the sky. The dark, gloomy, crying, cloudy, night sky. So as I say reminisce in my tragic past-I meant to say something different;
My tragic love story.
My tragic heartbreaker story.
My tragic life.
My tragic death.
Those weren't even the worst nor the best times of my past. My past is stained with blood, blood of the people I love and hate.
Blood of the people of haven and hell. It was stained with blood. Some was theirs some was mine.
Now I'm not going to say that I'm sad and depressed about my past. If anything I'm proud of my past. I saved life's. I killed life's. I did everything in my power to help. It's what I did.
Now....Diary......this....this story started long before I did; you see. As this story started before me-yet about me. This story that I'm now going to tell you, it started with another story. But we won't start their. We will start here. Everything will be explained in time. So let's begin.
This story started with my great fear.
............Facing Reality..........
