Diary of a Mute
(a/n-ok, people may find this confusing, but some chapters will be diary entries, and some real life. It will say which are which, like, this is a diary entry, but the next chapter will be real life, K?)
Dear diary-
I hate spring. Have I ever told you that? Of course not, this is the first time I've written in you. But still, I
hate spring.It's pretty stupid to dislike a season, I guess. I mean, a season can't insult you, can't harm you, a
season can't really earn your hate. If I where to hate anyone, I guess I should hate the preps like Kagura at
my school, or the thieves that murdered my family, but I don't. I just hate spring.
Of course, I hate even spring for a reason. I hate spring because of what happened in
spring. I could tell you what happened in the spring, but I just can't. I should though. I mean, my best friend
Kanna bought me this diary (you) so I could have a place to put what was eating me up, but I just can't.
Kanna had told me (well, she had signed, since she doesn't talk much) that a diary would be a great help.
She said her new phyciatrist, Kaede, had given her one, and now she could make out whole sentances, and
be around people. But Kanna's problem wasn't really like mine. She didn't like being around people. When
she was, she was so shy that she didn't speak at all, and seemed unfeeling. My problem is totally different.
Sure, I know what you are thinking. How can my problem be that different. We both don't talk
much, which is true, but Kanna always wants to talk, and I don't. Physically, we can both talk, but mentally,
and emotionally, we can't. I havn't spoken since I was three. Kanna only speaks around people she trust's
deeply, like me, or her sister. She wishes she could speak, I never want to speak again.
I don't know why i don't wanna speak, I just don't. I guess, I'm afraid if I speak, the police will start
asking questions about my parents murder. I don't want to relive the experience at the police station, where
all the officers crowded around me, asking me questions, like what did the men look like, how tall were they,
what were they wearing. I don't know why they wouldn't just let me go to sleep. But I haven't spoken since
that day. I remember everything afterwords, but nothing then. I guess I just blacked out after I saw mommy
and daddy....
But after that, I went to a foster home, and eventually got adopted. I now live with the Higurashi
family, in an old shrine in Tokyo. The shrine is right beside the Shikon Institution for the Mentally
Unstable. I guess that's in case I lose it. I go to Shikon Highschool on the other side of town, where I'll be a
freshmen tommorrow. My name is Rin Himitsu. Nice to meet you, diary.
8/16/04
(a/n-ok, people may find this confusing, but some chapters will be diary entries, and some real life. It will say which are which, like, this is a diary entry, but the next chapter will be real life, K?)
Dear diary-
I hate spring. Have I ever told you that? Of course not, this is the first time I've written in you. But still, I
hate spring.It's pretty stupid to dislike a season, I guess. I mean, a season can't insult you, can't harm you, a
season can't really earn your hate. If I where to hate anyone, I guess I should hate the preps like Kagura at
my school, or the thieves that murdered my family, but I don't. I just hate spring.
Of course, I hate even spring for a reason. I hate spring because of what happened in
spring. I could tell you what happened in the spring, but I just can't. I should though. I mean, my best friend
Kanna bought me this diary (you) so I could have a place to put what was eating me up, but I just can't.
Kanna had told me (well, she had signed, since she doesn't talk much) that a diary would be a great help.
She said her new phyciatrist, Kaede, had given her one, and now she could make out whole sentances, and
be around people. But Kanna's problem wasn't really like mine. She didn't like being around people. When
she was, she was so shy that she didn't speak at all, and seemed unfeeling. My problem is totally different.
Sure, I know what you are thinking. How can my problem be that different. We both don't talk
much, which is true, but Kanna always wants to talk, and I don't. Physically, we can both talk, but mentally,
and emotionally, we can't. I havn't spoken since I was three. Kanna only speaks around people she trust's
deeply, like me, or her sister. She wishes she could speak, I never want to speak again.
I don't know why i don't wanna speak, I just don't. I guess, I'm afraid if I speak, the police will start
asking questions about my parents murder. I don't want to relive the experience at the police station, where
all the officers crowded around me, asking me questions, like what did the men look like, how tall were they,
what were they wearing. I don't know why they wouldn't just let me go to sleep. But I haven't spoken since
that day. I remember everything afterwords, but nothing then. I guess I just blacked out after I saw mommy
and daddy....
But after that, I went to a foster home, and eventually got adopted. I now live with the Higurashi
family, in an old shrine in Tokyo. The shrine is right beside the Shikon Institution for the Mentally
Unstable. I guess that's in case I lose it. I go to Shikon Highschool on the other side of town, where I'll be a
freshmen tommorrow. My name is Rin Himitsu. Nice to meet you, diary.
8/16/04