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Dawn's Diary.. part 2

Zee- so I was thinking of her diary or diaries before she started as Dawn... so here it is..

                                       Jan, 23 1834

Dear Emily, I just woke up form my long sleep four days ago, where am I? I asked people in this town to know the year and day. The town's people looked at me funny.

If only they knew about me, and that I can sleep for years. Then wake up without a clue to where I am? Or the year.

So, it's winter. Cold on January the 23th of 1834 in a town, that I never knew of. Or did in the past. So, I did the math. I was asleep for 12 long years in a basement of an old house.

Did I knew the people or didn't I? I need to find the missing pages of this Diary. Where are they? Did I burn them? So, I wouldn't remember the past of loved ones caring for me.

By the way. I still don't know my true age. Or my real name, as always. I don't know anyone in this place. I think I need to move and get into another family to start all over.

This is all for another day of my long living life, I still don't know why I write. Just for the fun of it. Or for myself in the years to come.

Love, Emily.

                                   Feb, 2 1834

Dear Emily, I am now in Canada. Differcult to get here, I lied to a lot of people to get here. I was in Russia, how did I get there?

I had found ashes, in a old box under a bed in the old house. A letter to myself, saying better to not remember.

Whenever I burn pages of my dairies or the whole thing, I will always forget about whatever happened. Or once I awake form a long sleep, forgetting my past is something that always happen for me.

For me, I don't remember the start of this all. When did it all started? Who am I? How old am I?

I have no idea, I don't know my age all I look like is a fifteen year old. I can be 200 years old without knowing. I don't remember a lot after I got turned into this unknown being.

All I can do now, is write about what happens to me now. I have no one to understand me or know the truth. I can't die or grow older, I am stuck living by new fake names every time I start with a new family.

I can't live by myself, people wouldn't allow it and so I am always stuck living as a teenager. An fifteen year old, with loneliness and unwelcoming feeling to everyone around me that can grow old and then die.

I am frozen in time, as years pass by me while I walk beside another fake parent or sibling. Living alone, all I want. Just to hid form the world, I don't belong here and wouldn't.

I read through the first few pages of this Diary, I found out a man in Canada knows about me. It read that we are friends and I've known him in the year of 1816.

That was eighteen years ago, is he still alive after all this time. Well, looks like I have some work to do. His name is Sir Charles Hint, I wrote that he was in his 50's before I moved in with this lovely lady that he knew.

That's all for right now, I don't want no one to know that I have an old Diary that started in 1804.

Love form Emily.

p.s. I will need to get to that man before I get pick up, by someone that will see me alone at this train station.

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Zee- That's all until I start it as a side-story. . I hope u enjoyed it.. bye for now..