Little Charlie's Diary

"Charlie, Charlie"

Dearest Diary,

I hope that every time I write in you good luck will come my way. I will introduce my self to you now, I am Charlie Tia, I am a six years old. I am a foster child. I have been adopted and returned over 10 times this year. I'm not wanted by anyone, but I'm okay with that. 6/13/1976

6/14/1976
Dearest Diary,

It's almost my birthday, I forgot to mention that yesterday that I wrote in you last. Last night I had a dream or...a memory or... a nightmare? I'm not sure, but it started out odd it just feels like it's happened before.
This is how it went, I went to school, like any other kid in my school, what made it's so odd it looked like a normal day until I had made the upper class mad and had them chase after me. In the dream, I had led them to a meadow with a single tree and that's when they pinned me up to that tree. I had said to them "I led you here because I wanted to show you a game, a game you will enjoy tell you die" then they agree to play this mysterious game. I had brought out two pencils and a piece paper then wrote out two "yes" boxes and to "no" boxes, I balanced the to pencils to make it look like a plus sign. I showed them how to play this game. They played the game and I made my escape. Then on the border of the school grounds and the meadow I found a shed, I went inside without having a reason to enter. Finding garden tools within this shed, but I walked though the shed tell I found myself looking at right corner of the shed. Then I was on my hands and knees digging and throwing garden tools aside then I ran into a machete. Without control I quickly snatched it up and hid it in my pink jacket that I had on. Diary, just so you know I have never had a pink jacket, anyways on with what had happened in this dream. I casually walked back to the upper class that was playing the game I showed them, as I hid behind the tree and was listening in I herd one of them say "Charlie, Charlie, are you here?" it landed on "yes", Then like a lighting bolt I had grabbed the kid and covered there mouth and said the words "Charlie, Charlie is in fact here, now you will disappear"  then one by one I slit open there throats and watched them drown in there own blood.
That's when I woke up and then now is telling you what that was. But before I grabbed you I heard I voice in my head, I didn't quite know what it said but oh well. I should tell you that kids at school call me "Charlie Charlie". I'm not sure why but it doesn't bother me, what bothers me is when someone calls me "Lil' Charlie". Anyways I must now get ready for school, bye for now, but know I will bring you to school and write what's going on because your the only friend I have.

6/15/1976
Dearest Diary,

School was normal but sadly I was not allowed to have you, then when I got back I had to do all of my chores, eat my small dinner then get ready for the next day, what is now today. I had the same dream as last nights but this time voices were talking to me, there were just...whispering to me...
I don't understand what's going on but for some reason I enjoy this dream.

6/21/1976
Dearest Diary,

The same dream is still rolling in my head, over and over and louder and louder the voices become! I'm scared to go to school, I'm scared to have this happen. For the last five days this dream has become a nightmare.
Tomorrow is my birthday, I don't want time to roll on, I can feel darkness growing inside me. I can tell this "darkness" wants to see red water. Diary I don't like calling blood by it's name so I call it "red water". I feel like drinking the red water out of these kids that toy with my head.

6/22/1976
Dearest Diary,

Today is my birthday, but I have made red water come out of a student today. I...I...really don't or didn't feel other than numb. Diary, help me! I don't want this! I love the look of suffering of others, but I hate it as well! My wish to you is to help! I need it! I can't--

6/29/1976
Dearest Diary,

I have done it... the dream that became my nightmare FINALLY happened! I don't feel sorry for it...there end was coming...and I just...rushed there end time.

6/30/1976
Dear Diary,

Today is the day, the day I take more lives, more souls and red water. No one knows I'm killing kids other than you, Dearest. Well I must leave you now, death of others are calling me...

7/7/1976
Diary,

I have ran out of ink in my pen, so now I'm using red water. What I was going to say was, I'm running away...and I don't think I need you, any more... I'll rip out pages so that a piece of you will be with me...oh and just so you know...

"Charlie, Charlie, are you here....?"
"Charlie, Charlie is in fact here, now you will disappear..."