Entry: 22
Date: Unrecorded
I don't like living quite this way. Halla is taking control more and more times. it's becoming worse than before.
I tried to go out on streets but I am chased by people in uniforms. All kinds of uniforms too. Black uniforms, blue uniforms, sometimes red and black, other times i have mobs after me.
I understand their hatred for Halla, but why me? Why won't they give me a chance to explain myself? I never really did anything wrong. Or at least mentally have I?
But they won't believe me, and Halla laughs at my 'pathetic little complaints in they book'.
Entry: 23
Date: Unrecorded
How does one commit suicide?
Entry: 24
Date Unrecorded
I decided to live. If I possibly survive this, maybe I can live a normal life.
It may be a reclus life, but it will be a life with-out Halla-
Entry : 25
Date: Unrecorded
It's almost Christmas. Again. I don't feel so lonely this year as i did last year. I don't have a calender, but i heard people on the street talking about Christmas shopping. And with all this snow, it'd be hard not to say Christmas isn't coming.
What will i do this year? ME, not Halla. I know Halla's routine on Christmas. What should I do? i don't really have anyone to give a gift, and no one to receive from.
Christmas will be spent alone, as always.
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The Diary
HorrorHorror Fiction. The Diary belongs to a little girl. Age unknown. Date Unrecorded on all entries. Name unknown. All that is known is that it belongs to a little girl, possibly 11, and that the things in her heard are not normal.
