Dairy Of Ellen
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I heard a whistling sound. It was close by, and I heard it every time I heaved my chest. So I knew that it was not the wind, but a sound coming from me.
This room is so cold, so dark. Ah, hadn't I lied upon this cold floor in this same way before? I closed my eyes with the thought. Tears, blood, I know not which, ran down my cheeks.
A powerful wind blew in through the window.
I heard the pages of a diary on the desk flipping.
It was my diary.
A red-bound book in which everything about me was written. I could remember all of it, just as easily if it had only happened yesterday.
Though I'd never written in it, I knew what was said in that diary
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My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."
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