The Diary

The Fire

The sunlight streamed through the moth hole ridden curtains waking me much earlier than expected. I tried to hide under my covers before remembering I didn't have any and was lying atop a blanket on a bare mattress. I wiped my eyes groggily knowing full well I wasn't going to get back to sleep. It was clearly pretty early based on the fact that the sun appeared to have just risen and the house was still quiet. I didn't have much to do, and I didn't want to make much noise. After scanning the practically empty room I concluded there wasn't anything but the green covered diary lying on the floor beside me. I sighed and reached for it; it was better than nothing I suppose. I began to read.

It hadn't gotten any less uneventful than where I had left off last night. I read a few entries before deciding to flip through and see if there was anything interesting. I came across something almost immediately. In the front half of the book, just a few pages off from where I had left off, was a page that was stiffer than the rest. I gently thumbed through the pages to reach it and found it was a horrible mess of smudged writing, big drops of water had hardened the paper over time. Obviously I could tell this was a tear stained page and was mildly interested. I read as much as I could of the stained pages...

Dear diary,                       06/16/1936

My life is over. Mother and father are gone. I was at my friend Louisa's house for the day because mother had been resting,awaiting the arrival of the baby. Well I was gone somehow there was a fire. The police think it was an accident or maybe foul play. "It's June, why would they be lighting a fire?" I heard an officer say as I stood outside the ruin of my lovely home. Apparently the flames didn't start in the kitchen so nobody knows how they died. I want to die too. I'm all alone now. My wonderful mother, my amazing father, and even my new little brother or sister are... gone. I managed to salvage a few possessions; like you, diary. You are the only piece of my family left. I don't have any close family to go to. I'm utterly alone. The police said they would keep looking if there were any blood relatives who would take me in, but until then I'm going to an orphanage somewhere nearby tomorrow morning. I don't want to go. I want to live with mommy and daddy and the baby in heaven. That's where they
are now and I want to be with them.
I wish I was with my family. I'm NOT going anywhere, especially not an orphanage.

Oh. Um, that was not what I was expecting.
I felt really bad, I mean this was real, some poor little girl actually went through that. I couldn't even imagine. It made my problems seem much smaller, especially the anger towards my mom.
Still, I couldn't imagine a kid writing all of that stuff down. It sounded just horrible; losing everything you'd ever known out of nowhere and being forced into an unfamiliar place against your will. Just then something dawned on me. I peered out my bedroom door into the hallway, I knew I had left one of my bags out there. I pulled out my laptop and fired up the search engine.
Error no connection
Well that's just great.
I'd have to find another way to satisfy my curiosity now.