I was walking through the snow today.
Yes, it snows here in New York.
I was out by the woods, hoping I was alone.
Dear Diary:
Yesterday, I saw a little girl with her parents.
They were enjoying themselves by the park.
I miss the feeling of having parents or being a child.
Then again, in this world, in this cruel cruel world, we always want what we can't have.
It was in the middle of the semester when everything was perfect.
Ever since Emily had walked out of my life, I've been so happy.
So free.
But anyway Diary, don't let me get sidetracked.
I'm here to tell you how my life went from perfect, to devastating.
With one simple visit, from a ghost.
I was alone.
The cemetery feels like home.
It's covered in the people who have died in my life.
More like family actually.
Isobel hadn't talked to me in a while.
I don't really have a fear of ghosts or death.
Were all scared of something, but is it really a fear?
For example, you're scared of spiders.
But being scared of spiders isn't a fear.
It is a fear only when you make it a fear.
Being scared of heights.
That is not a fear.
But you choose to make it one.
Can we all say that we have experienced fear before?
Yes.
Fear isn't an emotion.
Fear is a weakness.
What's my weakness?
I don't have one.
Pain is not an issue.
Spiders are not.
Heights are not.
Clowns are not.
Nothing can scare me.
Only because I choose not to make it a fear.
I chose not to make heights my fear.
Or spiders.
Diary, I'm only trying to make sense. Am I?
I hope you understand what I mean with this whole "fear" thing.
The devastating moment that turned my life upside down is quite the story.
Shall we begin?
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Once upon a time, in a city of crowds,
lived a girl, in whispers and shouts.
She was bold, strong and peerless,
But without a fear? Was she really fearless?
She came across a broken glass,
seven pieces on the ground,
she wanted to see, but she chose to pass,
her true fear, was what she really found.
Tick tock
goes the clock,
round and round
like a foolish mock.
But her fear? You will have to guess,
I will put your knowledge to the test.
Beyond this story, Oh, my dear,
gather the clues, and you will know her fear.
{HEY GUYS I GOT REALLY EXCITED FOR THIS CHAPTER!
IN THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS IM GONNA WRITE A FEW CLUES IN-BETWEEN STORIES.
THE POINT IS TO TRY TO GUESS HANNAHS TRUE FEAR.
IVE MENTIONED IT BEFORE THOUGH. IDK IF ANYONE REMEMBERS STILL.
ONCE YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS, COMMENT!!
YAY!}
------QUESTION OF THE DAY---------
Who do you like more, Hannah or Isobel?
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Hannah (Book One)
غموض / إثارة"call it haunting, but I call it saving." {disclaimer: i wrote this when i was very young, so don't mind the errors and what not- its not perfect but i'm glad people enjoyed it (: enjoy it now if it's your first time:) }
