Dark side

Chapter 3

May 4, 1853

Dear Diary,

I was correct, Talking to Phoebe has released a great burden. She is as kind and pretty as usual, though her good advice seems to have enhansed since last I saw her. She also seems so very patient in telling me that what happened is not my fault.

I am still in despair. Phoebe says if I wish to write what is wrong, i may do so because she is quite positive no one is reading it behind my back. Is that true, Diary? Am i TRUELY the only one reading you? I shall hope so, for I will now record what I saw and felt on May 30.

I had woken up from a horrid dream. I had been chased by these horrible, evil creatures, and they were whispering something that sounded like 'you must not escape us. We are you masters' they were tiny little things, with sharp teeth and wings. Some of them had nsty grins placed on their face like they wished to kill me and would enjoy doing so.

I woke up screaming before I even say what lay next to me. As I opened my eyes the red headed lady sat on my stool by my bed! Then I let out another scream, which I stopped short because she covered my mouth with her hand.

"Do you know who I am?" she asked softly. I wanted to hit her or kick her or bite her hand or something, but my gut told me that those actions would be unwise.

"Yes ma'am."

"And who might I be?"

"Your the red headed lady who was stalking me." I told her matter-of-factly.

She laughed "Silly child. So...innocent. Next Question... Do you know who YOU are?"

"Yes, I do infact know who I am, for I am not a Stupid girl." she raised her eyebrow and I sighed.

"I am Adella Jane George, daughter and first born of Anthony and Beatrice George, I--"

"Wrong, Wrong, Wrong, and Wrong." she tsked "you are nay who you think you are, 'Adella Jane George'. I could tell you, but I know you are going to scream for your mummy and daddy right now, so I will bid you good bye." and with that, she dissapeared, and I saw Timmy, sound asleep, back facing me."

I walked quietly over to him to inspect him for damage.

"Timmy..." i poked him. Nothing. "Tim? Timothy? Answer me! Timothy Jacob George!" I rolled him over and screamed. I saw something so horrid, so nasty and vile that I almost vomitted on the poor little lad. I screamed and screamed yet no one came.

"MOTHER FATHER HELP!!!!" i sobbed and screamed and twisted and turned.

Timothy, my little Timothy, only 7 years of age, had a knife through his heart. And worse yet, his blood.

It was not red.

It was not Blue.

It was black. Black as night.

I tried and tried to revive him, but nothing worked. I gave him mouth-tomouth, but still he was not breathing. So I just sat by his bed, stroking his hair, kissing his little forehead. crying.

"Adella? What hap--" my fathers voice got broken off by my mothers scream as she rushed to her baby boy. She to was crying, sobbing, screaming as well.

"Adella." i could see my father trying to fight back tears as he held Timmy's hand. "what have you done?"

I was shocked. Shocked and hurt. How could I have hurt my baby brother? I couldnt, obviously. He was my best friend.

"How could you think I did this?!" I screamed and threw something at them.

"He was my brother too! And I'm your kid too! He may have been your favorite, but he was my brother and I was more a parent then you! So dont you dare say that I killed my little brother!" I screamed at them, because everything I said was true. I dont regret it, and I never will. Even if my father slaped me, I will not ever, ever, EVER regret it.

then I ran out and sat in the street and cryed Diary. Then I wrote in you. So that is what has happened. That was my life on may 30 until now. And I do not regret saying what I did. I shall NEVER regret it.

And at the end of the day the only thing I was ever certain of was that I was Adella Jane George. And now that truth has bee robbed from me as well.