September 20, 1920
11:44 PM
Dear Journal,
It has three days since John and Michael had been missing. The whole household was in frantic chaos, posting posters and calling the local news. I, on the other hand was calm and in tranquil.
I have been locking myself inside my room ever for days. I told Mom to just place the food tray outside my door so I can eat in my room, but I have never eaten any of the food ever since. I was sick of it; I was sick of puking it all out eventually.
Not eating would make Mom worry so, every time the platter of freshly baked bread and steaming and fluffy scrambled eggs gets place outside my bedroom door, I pick it up and throw all the food out the window. This genius idea of mine was also why my room stinks, which concurs my feelings and myself—rotten.
Not eating for three days actually helped with my morning sickness, yet I still can't fight my urge to climb the ledge of the massive window in my room and just jump. What would that feel? Would I ever feel free at last? Or would I just be pulled by gravity to the inevitable death I know, I'll soon know, when I accomplish it.
Tonight, the moon is full. Majestic and eerie as it smiles at me with its invisible mouth, telling me I am soon to be like my brothers.
Mother's cries are getting agonizing and painful every second they lost and still not finding my brothers. This whole search operation makes me laugh, for they will never be found again. They are dead in the hands of an unbeatable oppressor. How sad would that be? To die without a single fucking fight for justice.
Don't worry, Michael and John wouldn't be lonely, because I'll die the same way as them. Alone and miserably hidden without answers.
- Wendy Darling
London, England
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