Reason to Live: Triela's Diary
Prologue: The Location
Everyone has their secrets.
Some decided to keep it to themselves and keep it private
Though it feels uncomfortable as urges to share grew
Everyone has their secrets.
Some decided to keep theirs through others, telling them about it
And hope it won't spoil to unwanted ones
Everyone has their secrets.
Some decided to write it down in a typical book; a diary, so to say and stash it somewhere safe
Until eventually, someone finds it and reads it
…and this is how it all began
My name's Claes; Fleda Claes Johansson; I'm an operative working within the Social Welfare Agency. I spent my life here in the SWA for a year or so now, and I'm beginning to like my life here in the Agency; correction, I love my life in the agency. Not everything here is perfect, but everything here is provided. Although I am an operative, I am not under any supervision of any handlers due to some…case. I never recall who my handler was or what happened to him; all I know is that I'm alive and well.
Besides myself, there are other operatives working under the Social Welfare Agency's watchful eyes. Yes there are more of us; cyborgs, here living in the Agency. Where do we sleep, you may ask? We sleep in our dormitory, just like what 'regular' students do. And just like those 'regulars', we have roommates; though some of us prefers to live alone in their room. I, as such, am the roommate of Triela. All I can say about her is how she's pretty much left her stuff unorganized; except for her Steiff Bärs which were organized pretty well with their bows and neckties acts as a near 'mascot' for our little dwelling. The rest of her belongings were left scattered in the room, leaving me to clean mine and hers. I can't complain, basically, because understandably she's often outside our room on a mission, or with no other than…
…Frederick.
It really turns into something common for the rest of us to see both of them walking around in the SWA holding hand-in-hand. Or, sometimes she decided to link arms with him; which he gladly accepted. Tch, not that I'm jealous or anything (I do have someone special to me, here in the agency)…it's just the fact on how she neglects her things when he came urges me to come up to her and slap her right in the face. I held myself in day 1…by day 5, I did. Frederick couldn't help himself but to hold his chuckling before he gets a 'follow-up' from Triela in the face. From what I see, he rather enjoys it…and same goes for Triela. I can't understand the both of them, really. But even after that time, things went normal…and I'm still stuck with cleaning our room.
…and that's how I found this little secret of hers…her diary.
After a curious look on her Steiff Bärs, I began to wonder 'why are they always so organized?' or 'how come she only tidy them?' The answer came after I decided to rummage through her teddy bears and guess what? There is something there! Within one of them, hidden by the neckties and bows is a key; a small, yellowish, bronze key fit for a lock. As I am so 'experienced' in cleaning her stuff, I figured it is related to her little locked box in her dresser which she constantly forbid others; even Frederick, to come and take a look. Of course, that isn't in my case because I can look at the box and wonder how to open it anytime when she's not around! After a quick look, I pull out the box, open the lock and there it is…
Lying there is a small blue diary, neatly organized with a pen by its side. Like a treasure, it waits to be found as it shines with glee. It draws in irresistible temptation for anyone willing to pick up the godly object. And so, after a quick grin I did…
…and turns towards the 1st page…
December 22nd,
Dear Diary…