Chapter 3

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I Start cleaning the outhouse. It is a mess arrrggg. why so much.

When I throw out almos everything I fall. My feet is through the wooden floor. I pull it out and see a book? What?(book in the media) I take it out and blow the dust of. It looks really strange. 

After a while I decide to open the old book. I recognize the handwriting. I start reading.

Dear diary 2-23-1973

My dad is gone my mom says me that he is in a better place what does that mean? She told me god would take care of him and that he was alright... I don't beleef her he would never leave me behind. He would never do that. I want my dad back... 

Emily Carter

Wait this is her diary.... The only real one. Is this a joke because it isn't funny. I look at it again. It really is the diary. I call my friends and tell them that I don't feel well. 

I walk upstairs I think it is the best to not tell people about it. I just want to read it and it still is a diary so it is a secret. 

I want to know what she did I need to know... so I search the right page and start reading. 

Dear diary 8-05-1878

I still see it... His face the face of the one that hurt me for 2 years... But this time I wasn't the one getting hurt. He was, he was the monster that..... I don't know what to do anymore. God will send me to hell. I really did what they told  me not to do. I did what my mom never wanted to happen. But I did what god expected I did what they knew I would do.... I killed him. I cut his throat I did what he did to me I let him suffer... But when I saw his eyes the eyes without a soul the eyes of..... of a dead man. The eyes of the last person I had... I didn't know what to do... So I run... my only option was to run. Run from his dead body... And now I am lost lost and in pain of what I did... In pain of the blood he spilt the blood on my hands. 

Pleas god forgive me....

Emily Carter.



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