After reading the diary I felt as it was to easy to open. It almost felt as if it was planned, for me to find the diary I mean. If it was planned then something was watching over me, I just didn't know whether or not that something was good or evil. I gazed at the diary which was sat on the edge of the sofa. It couldn't just end there, the 'Emily' girl wouldn't have just written 2 entries. Picking up the diary I twisted it around in my hands. There had to be something more. I traced the patterns on the diary. Flowers and butterflies, not my style but I guess it was what 'Emily' was in to. I brushed my hand over an odd coloured butterfly. It could have been a coffee stain, but if the key to opening the diary was to bleed then anything could open a secret compartments or something. So I went and tried that idea. I slipped into the kitchen sneakily and grabbed a knife from a draw. Bracing myself, I sliced my palm open. Immediately blood streamed from the cut, I bolted into the living room and sat before the table, the diary in my hands. I pressed my palm down hard and blood dripped onto the cover. Suddenly I heard a clicking sound. Bingo! The cover seemed to melt away and inside were pages and pages of entries. My eyes skimmed the new found discovery. Wow, it was an entirely new book, with golden writing on parchment coloured paper, looped carefully together by solid gold rings. Grinning I strained my eyes to read the first sentence.
Lucky So Escaped finally I.
I must admit that even I found it strange. Jumbled? Wrong page? Backwards... Thats it! They were written backwards. And it was at that moment I considered the possibility that there would be mirrors everywhere in the house, considering it was Cecil after all. So hastily I bolted up his steep stairs into a long never ending hallway. Doors of all manners lined the vibrantly painted walls. How I hadn't noticed all this before was a mystery to me. Instinctively I opened the first six doors repeatedly and found exactly 14 mirrors. Sighing I walked into the fourth door along and sat before a towering gold mirror. It was caked with dust and was surrounded by a suspicious looking room. Crates and boxes, cauldrons and containers were littered about the crooked wooden floor. The diary was clasped in my sweaty hands as I held it up to the reflective glass. The writing glowed eerily against the swampy water like glass. I strained my eyes and fell into the embrace of the lost world of Emily's.
I finally escaped, so lucky. Let me rephrase that. I'm so, so, so lucky to be free from the deathly hostage I was a taken to. Sitting upon this carriage hidden beneath my cloak, I begin to feel melancholy and scared for my...
Jacob's POV
Relief exulted from my body. I was finally away from that lizard bitch and away from Stacey's messed up exes. Raking a hand through my greasy hair I slumped to the floor. What had happened to my mother? Was she..d-d-ead? Now the lingering depression I had succumbed in the previous weeks stole my relief and replaced it with guilt. It was my luck to have to be taken by some crazy thing and have my mother murdered, exactly my luck. I guess I should have expected my lucky streak had to end soon and it did, with a crash. Where was my father? The one who left me so long ago. Yet I still dread seeing his face, or what's left of it. You see, he was mugged by a gang of pricks who lived amongst us. He was mauled to death by their brutal dogs and blades. I don't remember if he was great, even if I did it would just be an assumption. So after that, at the age of seven, I was entrusted in looking after my cancerous mother. But still I failed that duty, like I failed every other one. She taught me not to run into things too quickly or let myself be sucked into other peoples problems, these were what I had failed in a matter of minutes. I guess I was intruiged by the strong, independant fifteen year old girl who wanted to escape so badly to find herself. That girl was Stacey, she was one of those people you were immediately drawn to. Despite being beautiful physically she was amazing emotionally as well. I always wanted to be in her presence, wait. Where was she? Immediately I snapped out of my poetic day dream and stood up and looking around the room. "Stacey! Stacey!" No reply. "Stacey!!" Still no freaking reply. "STACEY!" I twisted around a corner and was facing the stairs. She had to be up there, and okay. See yet again I get too attached too easily. Scrambling upstairs was easy business, but finding her not so much. Doors and doors set before me. But one was wide open. My eyes widened in a foolish fear. "STACEY!" It hurts to her lying still on the floor.
Stacey's POV
A wave of dreariness began to fall over me. It was as if I was being sucked into the book. Fatigue made me buckle forward and my legs went sickly numb. It was like seeping into death or a deep coma. My eyes fell shut and I was sucked into a fitful horror show.
Jacob's POV
Quickly I bent down to her. I scooped her motionless figure into my arms. My muscled tensed painfully, I expected her to be heavier than what she was. Once I had regained my self I struggled down stairs and into the kitchen to see her brother. "Cecil, I need your help." I fell forward and she feel onto the table loudly. A piece of paper drifted lazily from her pocket. "What happened?" Cecil enquired worry evident in his voice. I ignored him and picked up the note. It read:
Dear idiots,
You can't beat me. She's been drugged with toxins, that will mess with her head. Have fun, whilst it lasts.
Yours sincerely
Sam
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My Life As Stacey Green.
Teen FictionStacey was too naive, too ignorant of what was really happening in the world around her. Was it that her parents worked in the strangest department in the British Government or was it that she abnormal powers... After her parents tragic death Stac...
