Dear diary
Finally the day is at its end and I am in bed. I stayed at my sister's house most of the day, which helped a little. Most of my night home was spent learning as much as I could about blood spatter analysis. It was interesting, but a lot to take in. Plus I'm not even halfway yet.
My dad looks off. He says he's sick but I know there's more to it. My other sister is back home. I missed her. I'm glad to be able to slip in at midnight again, trying not to wake her. Having another presence in the place helps. She's been distant and moody lately, but I love her, and I trust she loves me back.
I'm confused lately. I don't know whether to hate or love my stepmother. Does she hate us or does she love us?
You are my only outlet to all these questions and secrets. Secrets that if told could bring me a lot of trouble from the people trying to hide them. Keep them safe for me.
Your faithful Havoc child.
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Havoc diaries
De TodoThis is the diary of a Havoc Child. A child caught up in fights and pain. A child with too much to say, too much to feel, and nowhere to turn.
