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Chapter 12

12| The diary of Alana Benningfield

This diary was wrapped with a brown leather cover. It's pages were mostly torn and slightly brown. It was written in some other language, greek.

It wasn't mine. It was someone else's, someone named Alana Benningfield.
Who is Alana Benningfield and most importantly how is her diary in my house.

How old is this diary? Who is Alana Benningfield?

June 1494,

Αγαπητέ ημερολόγιο, είμαι η Alana Benningfield.

Well.. I don't know greek so..

Suddenly the fucking phone buzzed.

Try reading it.

I replied back.

I can't. I don't know greek.

How did you know it was greek. Unless and untill you know that language.

Even though I didn't want say but this person had a point. He was right but why does he want me to read it.

I decided to read the first page even though I knew I was dishonest to read someone else's diary.

June 1494,

Dear diary, I am Alana Benningfield as always. Today was a great day of prosperity for the people of Grydice Island.

How the hell did I read that. If I try to remember I never knew how to speak greek. Infact, I have never been to Greece.

I glanced towards my phone another bloody text or threat, I suppose.

Look's like someone's busy doing self-discovery.

Fuck off,

King Arthur's girl is getting wedded to our gurdian angel. I am happy for her, She is my best friend. She was the one who helped me meet my one true love so, I am trying to return the favour. I hope they live happily ever after.

Seriously, a teen drama in 1494 and what's with this gurdian angel and where is Grydice Island, I have never heard of that place.

"Carmen, I am Alana, Alana Benningfield. Your best friend. You don't remember me."

I felt as if someone just whispered in my ears and touched my cheeks. I gasped and turned around but no one was there.

There was something different about the voice. I didn't feel horrified like I always do. I felt a calm sensation.

°°°

It was raining outside, I stood near the closed window watching each drop of water as it collided with the glass. Just the perfect moment to be nostalgic and that's the worse part of being me. I can't enioy it as my past is blank,

I don't remember anything. It's like I was born....blank....My parents were Giselle Wilson Abellson and Roger Mathew Abellson... blank... I got into college... blank.. and then I mysteriously showed up here in this apartment. The most weird thing of all, I don't know how my parents look.

I am like a puzzle waiting for someone to be solved and fill those blanks in my life.

I lifted the shutter of the window and leaned forward.

My distraction from reality.

I cherished the moment when the drops of water touched my skin. It always puts a smile on my face, I felt as if they were comforting me as I was drowning in my miseries, but. Something happened I saw something else, Something horrific.

I saw... a girl crying.. Screaming as the dagger went through her. It was raining and she was convered in blood. She was dying as she was being tortured.

I opened my eyes and unexpectedly I felt that pain, I felt that misery. As if I was there watching her die or as if

I was her.

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