Dear Diary, June 11th, 1860
I apologize for not writing. But I can’t. I’m not ready to talk about it yet. The tragedy was horrifying. It was awful. It was all my fault.
All I can do is blame myself. It’s all I can do. Catherine and Elizabeth…my dear sisters. Burn in a church because of me. And my mother…my sweet mother, is in ashes now.
And John, he deserved what they got. It was meant for him not my family or friends.
How did I make it out?
How did James?
Rebecca?
I have to go now, Margret and Peter are crying.
Maybe someday I will have the strength to tell someone. But not today.
-Victoria
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Kneeling in Ashes (OLD VERSION)
ParanormalTHIS STORY IS BEING WRITTEN. YOU WILL FIND IT ON MY PROFILE. Dear Diary, I don't have much time; John is out doing who knows what. But he will be back soon. Last night he came home with blood all over his clothes. I am getting scared. What if my fa...
