The Diary

This story is dedicated to D, for believing that I can. ^_^

Today is going to be another boring day, or so I thought...

While Ascott had been a very welcoming town, I can't help but feel empty. Like there was a part of me that was still missing. Maybe it was because of the accident a few months ago but I can't really be sure. My doctor said that I'll regain my memories in due time.

Now, embracing my new life in this quiet suburban town, I can only hope for the best. That is why in this fine Sunday morning I decided to rummage through my grandmother's attic for no apparent reason at all.

As expected, there was nothing but dust, cobwebs, stacks of boxes, dust, dust and dust. I had to mention dust a couple of times because there was a lot of it! After poking my head a few times in random boxes I decided that my attempt at adventure had been futile. I was slowly making my way back to the door when a small Victorian style desk caught my attention. The smooth mahogany surface felt familiar under my touch. I slowly pulled one of the drawers open and was surprised to see a small leather-bound diary inside it. I instantly felt like I hit the jackpot.

The possibility of reading my grandma's diary was so exciting that I failed to examine the stool that I was about to sit on. One moment I was blissfully imagining all the treasures I would find inside, then the next I heard a loud crash followed by a rising cloud of dusk and a searing pain on my butt as the stool crashed into a million pieces.

"Kay, what's going on up there?" my mother called out from the kitchen.

"Nothing," I said, shaking the dust off my denim cutoffs. I gingerly walked around the now unfixable chair mouthing "sorry" as I passed it.

"Are you sure? You look like you could use a shower darling." Mom was now poking her head out the kitchen door and was looking at me suspiciously. "What's that?" pointing at the diary that I was holding.

"Umm...nothing. Do I smell something burning Mom?" I smiled sheepishly, trying to divert my Mom's attention. If there was anything my mother loved more than her kids, it was cooking.

"Nice try Kay. Anyway, Dad will be coming home for dinner so make sure that you've showered before he gets home." she sauntered back to the kitchen.

Sometimes I wonder if my mom was being lenient to us because of the accident or maybe because that's just what she is. Shrugging my shoulders, I walked into my bedroom and placed the diary in my nightstand.

Discovering my grandmother's secret would have to wait some other time. Right now I need a shower and change into some dust-free clothes.