Wanting out

Dear Journal,                                        

      Today I ask mommy when is daddy coming home and if is ok. Mommy says he is do great!  But, I don't understand when she ment by he is happy in heaven. Mommy says I'll understand when I'm older, but I don't understand I am old. I mean, being six is pretty old. My older brothers say I'm still small, and young, but they don't get me. I don't understand when is daddy coming home? Also, mommy says to stay in side

for now on. I just don't understand.

                         Yours,

                             Eternity, Michelle, Jones

                 <Four years later. . . >

Dear Journal,

      It's my 10th birthday! Jeez, I'm old. My brothers baked me a cake. And mom gave me her necklace. It's SO beautiful. I asked her if I can go outside now. She still said no! My big brothers get to, but I don't!  She just says 'Your not ready' or ' it's to dangerous'. i haven't been outside for five years now. I still don't understand. Ugh, moms, theses days.

                      Yours,

                              Eternity Jones

                   <Five years later. . . >

Dear Journal,

      That's it! I can't be locked up in a house for a minute longer!  I just want to be free. All my brothers have already moved out! And I still haven't gone out side! Mom, just says now,  'this is for your own good' or  'You can't'. To hell, I can't! I'm just so lonely.

*sigh* After all these years I still don't get a damn thing.

                           Yours Forever and always,

                                    Eternity

                 < Present day. . .>

Dear Journal,

       I did everything, everything you could ever do at your house. I even graduated online college yearly, at the age of sixteen. Then mom taught, me about wolf's, vampires, witches.What ever it is, you name it and, I studied it. I'll tell you I was skeptical at first. But, turns out mom is a witch, it was freaky at first but, now I'm use to it. I still can't go outside, now I don't complain I just. . . stay quiet. I have been for years now. I manage to understand some things, other still remain a mystery to me.

                          Yours Forever and always,

                                 -E

   I sigh as I look out the window, wishing I could go outside, even a bit of fresh air, thats all.

   Mom, left to do stuff. So, I was home alone. Not like am not use to it.

   I watch as the rain hits against the window frame. How it hits the concrete floor. The way every rain drop, touches the objects around them.

   As I admire the weather out side, out of the corner of my eye, I see. . . a dark shadow.