Prologue
An eighteen-year-old girl sat in an abandoned room. It looked like it had been a child's room, once before. The walls were painted a faint yellow, the floorboards were rotting, and the room had been stripped of all furniture. The only thing that connected this room to its history was a diary. It had been hidden underneath the floorboards to keep anyone from finding it, never mind reading it.
Now, someone was. It wasn't an invasion of privacy. She had, after all, filled the diary's contents to begin with. Nearly all the pages were smudged with ink, torn, and worn. There was only a small section of untouched pages left, and even that was shrinking by the minute.
The girl wrote as quickly and legibly as she could, her fountain pen flying across the smooth paper like a knight running through the battlefield. Her long, russet hair hung in her face and spilled onto the diary, but she took no notice. She had to hurry. Time was not on her side.
December 21st, 2012
Hello, Diary.
I know it's been a really, REALLY long time since I last wrote to you, but trust me: you'll forgive me when I fill up every single inch of space you have left. I'm gonna have to write small; otherwise, there's no way in hell I'll be able to tell you everything.
Man, I feel like such a kid, writing to you like I used to. But...everything's changed. I'm not the girl I used to be. I've done...horrible things. I've killed, scarred, and ruined so much...but I was such a weakling on the inside. If I could take it back, I would, believe me.
But I can't. And now, I'm going to recieve my punishment.
What I can do is write everything, from the very beginning.
It all started eight years ago, when I was only ten years old...