Takdir

∞ September ∞

September

Hello . . .

23 September 20xx. 2 am

I could start with dear diary, just the way Noah exemplified when he gave me a pretty journal for my eighth birthday. But I don't want to. Because there is nothing deary about the jottings I'ma put here.

#9 pm

Sherry is nice. Even though she made me do chores every day since I was taken out from the "dark chamber". She doesn't shout when she speaks to me. Also, she made sure no one is treating me differently. That is more than I can ask from her.

Btw, my bruises have started to heal. Yellow and looks nauseating. I don't care about the looks, but it hurts when I lifted my hands too high or moved too much in general. I wish I can just sleep it off into the oblivion, but the world isn't kind enough . . .

26 September 20xx. 1 am

I couldn't sleep. I'm hungry, but I'm too scared to wander alone in the dark, in such a huge place. What if I get lost? What if I met him?

27 September 20xx. 3 pm

I saw him today. He looks good, he looks okay. He doesn't even spare me a glance, so I should be alright. Right?

29 September 20xx. 6 pm

The annual meeting for alphas will be held next week. I took part preparing the guest rooms, as Sherry told me. Working on something helps putting my mind at ease, so I always do what she asked from me.

Will father and mother be there for the annual meeting? It's impossible to wish that they wouldn't, isn't it?

30 September 20xx. 5 am

I wish I don't dream when I sleep . . .

31 September 20xx. 4 am

The nightmare continues.

I woke up and my eyes were wet with tears.

I thought. . . I was finally getting my freedom, a way out of such a nightmare I called life. But life was pulling jokes on me. I made it out of my parents' holds, butI got forced into a completely different level of nightmare . . . How could I survive if I kept being haunted by the fact that I was a victim to my own destined man?