Hello Readers,
I'm trying to develop my own idea for a story. It may be complicated but I assure you that it I will try and make it as interesting as possible. As long as you follow the story well, I am confident that you will not get lost in the excitement. Enjoy.
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Dear Diary,
Though I have no recollection of last night I feel that I am being watched, stalked. As if something is coming for me. But its quiet. Unfortunately as a 12 year old girl I find the dark scary and fearsome so I don't leave my room. Not that I am allowed to anyway. Mother is very persistent with that. My bedroom door locks from the outside, the only time I see the outside world is when Mother brings me my daily sustenance of toast and water. She says its all I need. And I've made it this far. I have 4 lights in my room, one for each corner. I have no windows, so its hard to rid of my fear of the dark with no natural light. Though I have no real connection with the outside world, I hear it. I hear other people laughing and playing. I am not allowed to. Mother said I must stay with her always and on my 13th birthday I will get a special present which is all I will ever need. It's about time. 12 years and not a single card, party or present. I contemplate and think everyday about what life is, whether this is the extent of it. Is Mother just looking after me? Keeping me away from the darkness. She says she is my light. It makes me feel safe to know I have a light with me always. I cant imagine a life without it. Like my books. They're my only entertainment, fairies rainbows and princesses. Everything that I ever dream of.
Happy thoughts.
Do you believe in magic? I do. I believe that it is everywhere like I read in my books that Mother gives me. The different forms and types of magic that cause people to do ridiculous things is amusing. If only I knew...
"Jade", Mother calls as she unlocks the door from the outside. Dust scampers into my room and expands. The creek from the door echoes through the room only to invade my ears as it always does.
"Yes, Mother?" I reply swiftly. I mustn't keep her waiting.
"I have your food for you, I didn't have a lot of bread because I had some earlier, one piece should be enough."
I stare at her feeling fatigue as it is. Small bits of food still cascading down her face. Not like anything I have ever tasted. Where does she get this food from? She can only ever afford bread. Right? She slams down the plate on my desk as the bread exudes dust and moisture.
"Thank you, Mother." I say, While I am thinking horrible thoughts. I hit myself repeatedly on my head in order to recompose myself. I shouldn't have the thoughts that Mother is doing nothing but hurting me. She is helping. Keeping me alive. Looking after me. Sort of. I should be grateful.
She leaves the room locking the door as the footsteps through the corridor are blocked by me abusing myself. I stare at the tiny piece of toast upon a blank plastic plate and a glass of water beside it with small bits circling around inside. This is my life.
I am Jade.