The Diary

One

"Thank you," I said to the moving man as he left the house that I could finally call mine.

"No problem, miss," he called back as he jumped into the now empty moving truck, and drove off.

I sighed. It was finally mine. This perfect, wonderful house was finally mine. I practically skipped inside, breathing in the nature smell. I wasn't sure how, but somehow the house managed to smell exactly like a forest. It was beautiful.

I headed upstairs to start unpacking all of the boxes.

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After I had set up the kitchen, living room, bathroom and half of the bedroom, I had finally decided it was time to get some rest.

I was exhausted. Too exhausted to even have a shower. I slipped into a nightgown and climbed into bed, falling asleep instantly.

X

I let the sun wake me up as it shone through the window. I was tired, but I knew I couldn't sleep in anymore. I pulled myself out of bed and slowly made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the tap and washed my face.

As I entered the bedroom, I realized I hadn't unpacked any of my clothes. I sighed, thank God it was the weekend.

Not wanting to start unpacking right away, I headed downstairs to make a tea.

I put the kettle on, and headed back upstairs. I somehow made my way to back balcony.

The view was gorgeous. Just behind the backyard was a large forest. At the bottom of the hill was a gorgeous little lake. I would have to go there, sometime.

I went back in the house and ran down the stairs to search through the boxes.

I didn't find what I was looking for, I was only able to find paper and a pencil, which was good enough. The kettle hadn't boiled yet, so I headed back out to the balcony to start drawing the view.

When I had finally finished my sketch, I decided to head back in the house. The second I entered the house again I heard the whistling of the kettle. I cursed under my breath and put the drawing on the table beside the door before I hurried down the stairs. I turned the kettle off and poured the boiled water into a mug with a tea bag and started to stir. I put my spoon down and headed towards the refrigerator to get the milk.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Who on earth could that be?

I set the milk on the counter and headed towards the front door. I opened it, reveling my favorite

cream coloured rabbit.

"Amy!" Cream shouted, throwing her arms around me.

"Cream!" I said, hugging her back, "it's been too long! What're you doing here? I was going to call you after I had finished packing."

"Well, knowing you, you have started painting before you finished unpacking. I thought I might as well help you!"

I could feel a huge grin appear on my face. This is one of the many reasons why Cream and I were best friends. Nobody knew me better than she did. "You know me too well!"

"Oh, I know," she smiled.

"Well, come on in!" I stepped aside, allowing her to come into my new home.

"Well thank you Ms. Rose," she curtsied in a joking manner before coming inside.

I closed the door, and giggled my way to the kitchen with her. "Want some tea?"

"Sure! We can drink it while you show me what you drew. By the way, this place smells amazing!"

"Thanks," I said as I poured Cream a cup of tea. "I can't figure out why it smells like this, but I

love it. I hope I don't do something to kill the scent." I set the tea, sugar and milk in front of

her.

"Let's hope you don't. I've never smelled anything so wonderful, before. Nature is not my best

interest, but this house is just too amazing. Anyways, what'd you draw?"

"I'll go get it," I announced just before running up the stairs. I stopped as I saw the small table sitting in front of the door with nothing on it. Didn't I place my sketch there, earlier?

I started searching around the table, but found nothing. I expanded my search to the entire second

floor.

Nothing.

I headed downstairs and started searching the kitchen.

"What're you looking for?" Cream asked from the table.

"My sketch. It's gone. It's not where I left it. It vanished."

"It can't just disappear. It's around here somewhere. I'll help look. Maybe we'll find it as we unpack the boxes."

"Alright. Let's hope so."

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"Thanks so much for your help, Cream! I appreciate it so much. I'd probably still be on the first

box if it weren't for you!"

"It's no problem! What are friends for? I'll be here anytime," Cream smiled before she pulled me

into a hug.

"Thanks, again," I returned the smile as I also returned the hug. "I'm sorry it took up your whole

day, though!"

"Don't even worry about it. It was much more fun than doing basically nothing! I'm sorry we didn't find your drawing."

"Hopefully it'll turn up soon. When it does, I'll show you."

"Alright. I'll call you tomorrow," Cream smiled again before turning and heading towards her car. I stood in the doorway and watched her until she was out of sight.

I closed the door and sighed when she was gone.

"Where could it be?" I whispered to myself.

I shook my head and shrugged off the worry of my missing sketch. I headed up the stairs, ready to take a long overdue shower. There was nothing I needed more than the hot water running onto my sore body.

After I got out of the shower, I headed directly over to my bed. Keeping my hair wrapped up in the towel on my head, I laid down and began to slowly drift into dream world.

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"What's this?" I asked myself as I pulled out an old dusty book from beneath the bed. I opened the book, revealing a date and a hand written message.

I gasped as I realized it was a diary. It must have belonged to whomever lived here before me.

It wouldn't be right to read it... but what to do with it?

Hesitantly, I put the book in my purse. I wouldn't read it, I'd just keep it safe.

X

With nothing to do at the moment, I looked around. My boss wasn't in sight. I pulled the diary I had found earlier out of my purse and opened it to the very first page and began reading.

February 18

Tonight is the night. Tomorrow we'll arrive at land, so tonight I'm going to purpose to my beautiful girl. She means everything to me, I love her so much. I'll never be able to live without

her.

I set up a table for two out on deck. I hired a few violin players to play some soft music. I've got

roses and rose petals everywhere. The chef is even making a special meal for us. I haven't decided where I'm going to put the ring or how I'll ask yet, but I've got a couple of hours.

I'm only writing this so one day we can look back together and see how foolish we may have been.

It'll be wonderful memories... and she wants me to start doing this.

February 22

It tares me apart to see her so sad. I have never seen her so upset. She's never cried so much. I

wish I could hold her in my arms and tell her everything will be alright. Every time I try to touch

her I just go right through her. I've tried everything.

She just lays in bed endlessly, every day, every night, and just cries. What can I do about it? Nothing. I've never felt so helpless.

I hope she'll somehow, someday be able to see what I write here. Maybe we could talk, or maybe she could just know what's going on. That's good enough for me.

If there was only a way to get her back, even for a second. I miss her so much...

I turned the page, but it was blank. I turned several more pages but they were all blank. What was

the point in keeping a diary hidden away in a house with only two pages written on? I rolled my

eyes. I wonder who it belonged to.

Whoever it was must be crazy. They acted as though they were some sort of ghost. He goes right through her? What was that supposed to mean?

I gasped as the phone started to ring, scaring me out of my thoughts. Catching my breath, I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and answered it.

"Hello?" I asked into the phone.

Seconds later I heard a beep, and the line was disconnected. "That was weird," I whispered and hung up.

Not even a tenth of a second later, the phone rang again.

I sighed before picking it up again. "Hello?"

... Silence. Someone was there, but they weren't making any noise.

"Hello?" I asked again. "Who's there?"

Nothing. I hung the phone up and waited to see if it would ring again.

When it didn't ring, I put the phone back in my purse and set it on the floor.

Before I could turn around, the ringing continued.

I had to stop to think about answering the phone. What did this person want? Why were they calling then saying nothing? Who was it?

With an eye roll, I picked up the phone again, "why do you keep calling me?"

"I'm sorry! Did you want me to stop?"

I cringed at Cream's offended voice. "Oh, Cream. I'm so sorry. Someone was calling me but kept

silent. It was so weird..."

"Maybe somebody wants to ask you out on a date but they're too shy!" Cream's voice suddenly got excited.

I sighed. I hadn't been on a date in forever, but I wasn't lonely. I was happy, I didn't need a

relationship or any guy to make me happy. I was perfectly fine with the way things were. Cream on the other hand believed that 'you can only be happy if you have a guy by your side.'

"It probably wasn't. Besides, I don't need a guy."

"You're the only person I know that doesn't have a -"

"Cream," I cut her off, laughing, "painting is my boyfriend."

"When you find a guy and you fall head over heels in love and you can't focus on anything else but him, I hope you think 'boy, was Cream right about this!'"

I laughed, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"Great! So, any luck on finding the sketch?"

I signed again, "no, I can't find it. It's driving me crazy. How does something like that just

vanish?"

"I have no idea. Maybe your house really is haunted, and the ghost hates your drawing," she burst

out in laugher.

I frowned. What if Cream was right? There were rumors about a ghost living in the house, maybe they were true. Maybe the ghost took my drawing because he hated it. Or maybe it liked it so much, it wants to keep it? Either way, that would explain the drawing going missing, and the weird diary entry.

"Amy? Are you still there?" Cream said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry. Wanna meet up for a tea or something? I have to talk to you about something."

"Sure, meet at the coffee house on the corner in ten?"

"Great, I'll see you then," I said before hanging up.

I turned and headed towards my boss' office. I knocked three times on the door. "Come in," he

yelled.

I opened the door and walked towards his desk. "Good morning, sir. I'd like to take my break a

little earlier today, if that's alright."

"What for?" he asked, not looking up from his desk.

"I have some personal things I need to take care of."

He looked up at me, studying me. "Alright, but your break is ten minutes shorter."

"Thank you," I said, barely polite. I exited his office, and grabbed my purse. Just as I was walking

away from my desk, my phone rang.

I stopped dead in my tracks and listened to the phone ring. I finally walked to my phone and looked at the caller ID. It was my house. Someone in my house was calling me.

I quickly answered the phone before it went to my voicemail, "hello?"

Silence.

"Hello?" I asked again.

Nothing.

I sighed and hung up. There has to be a logical reason for this.

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"Haunted?" Cream nearly spat her coffee out from laughing so hard. "You gotta be kidding. You've never believed in anything supernatural before, why now? I was only kidding when I said that!"

I sighed. I hated how Cream was right. I had always thought anything supernatural was so fake. I

could always see right through it. "I don't know," I shrugged. "It just feels like a ghost is the

best reason for all of this. I mean, I found this diary. It was written like this person is a ghost,

like he was dead."

"What'd it say?"

I pulled the diary out of my purse and handed it to her. Cream have me weird look before opening it.

"There's nothing there," she said.

I took the diary back and looked at the first two pages. The writing was still there. I turned the

book around and showed her the writing.

She shrugged, "nothing's there."

I frowned, but didn't think too much of it. I tuned the book back around and read her the entries.

"'Every time I try to touch her I just go right through her,'" she quoted. "What's with that?"

"See what I mean?"

She shook her head, "I get it, but it's probably just your brother. He did see the house before you

moved in, right? It's probably some stupid prank now that you're on your own. He is a prankster."

"That is a more realistic and better reason. What a loser," I laughed.

"Tell me about it," she giggled.

"We'll have to get him back," I grinned.

"What have you got in mind?" Cream asked with the same evil grin I had.

"I... I have no idea," I sighed.

Cream burst into laughter.

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I walked in the house, closing the door behind me. I stepped out of my shoes, shrugged my coat off and dropped my purse. I flopped myself down on the couch and sighed. I was tired. What a long day!

My eyes suddenly focused on my purse; I had a sudden need to read the diary again. I got up and

grabbed my purse. I opened the book again and re-read the first two pages. The only two pages.

I flipped the page, with unrealistic hopes that something would be written there.

There was. It was dateless.

My name is Sonic. Sonic the hedgehog. I am dead.

I died many years ago. I gave her my life.

Everything went wrong that night. After she said yes to my purposal and we went to bed, the boat began sinking. Many people died. I took my sweet, unconscious girl to shore, but the enemy pulled me off the land. They didn't kill me. They only injured me. I was unable to climb back on the land. I couldn't swim, I drowned.

The ocean took many others, as well. Before I died, I could see the ocean turning red. It was

horrifying.

Afterwards, when my soul was free, I stayed with her for a very long time. I watched her cry her heart out, unable to do a thing. It was the most depressing thing in the world. All I could do was watch her cry. If my heart still could still beat, it would have stopped at the sight. It was too much. Since then my green eyes haven't been so full of life.

I stayed with her for months. She recovered quickly. Stopped crying, started smiling, even got a new boyfriend. Married him, even.

Her eyes have the sparkle to them that has been missing for so long. She's happy. In love. She

wasn't before, she couldn't be. She couldn't forget me that fast if she didn't care. You can't just

be happy that fast, right?

I rolled my eyes at the last sentence. "Wrong," I whispered to myself. Of course, she probably

didn't forget or get over him, but life goes on. If you aren't ready to move on, most of the time,

you have to at least act like it.

I suddenly heard a thump coming from upstairs. With the diary in hand, I headed up the stairs to see what was going on.

I waited to see if I'd hear it again.

Thump.

It was coming from the attic! I pulled a string to lower the stairs, and headed up.

"Is anyone up here?" I asked to the dusty, empty attic. I looked around for any rats, bats or any

other rodent that might have been there.

I heard another noise. It sounded like someone knocking on the wall.

I couldn't see any sign of any animal, or anything. There was nothing there but dust. There wasn't

even a window for the wind to come through.

There was only two possible explanations I could come up with. Either someone or something was here with me, or I was crazy.

"Show yourself," I whispered, my new supernatural beliefs getting the best of me.

Suddenly a blue hedgehog was standing in the center of the room. He had beautiful green eyes. He fit the description of the man from the diary perfectly.

"It's you," I breathed. "Sonic."

He said nothing. His ghost figure just stood there, perfectly still.

I stepped towards him. He immediately stepped back. It was so fast, the movement was invisible. If I wasn't the same distance from him, I wouldn't have even known he moved.

"What's wrong? I won't hurt you." I rolled my eyes. As if I could hurt a ghost. I took another step forward.

He stepped back, again.

I took another three steps forward, he took three steps back. He moved not even a millisecond after I did, we moved in sync.

I kept stepping towards him, he kept stepped away.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Why are you?" he snapped.

I gasped. Even though he sounded mad, his voice was amazing. Breath taking. I had never heard

anything more amazing in my life."I-I'm sorry. I've never seen a ghost, before."

He said nothing.

"Were you the one calling me?"

Silence.

"How did you get my number?" I continued, almost certain it was him, "and how can you use a phone? I mean, how does a ghost pick up a phone?"

"How do you?"

I frowned.

It's probably just your brother. He did see the house before you moved in, right? It's probably some stupid prank now that you're on your own. He is a prankster, Cream's words echoed through my mind.

"You're not real, are you? You're probably part of Shadow's prank!" I didn't know how Shadow could make this guy move so fast, or suddenly appear out of no where, but it just couldn't be a ghost.

"Who is Shadow?"

"Shadow's my brother..."

"Don't know him."

I sighed. Okay, so much for that idea. "So, I'm crazy, then. I'm seeing things," I sat on the floor. "You can't be real. I don't even believe in ghosts!"

Suddenly there were two transparent red shoes with a white stripe, in front of me. I looked up at the blue hedgehog in front of me. He dropped something on my lap. I looked down on it.

It was my sketch.

"Where did you... You took it?"

He shrugged, "it's nice. You have a gift."

"Um, thanks, I guess."

"If you keep drawing like that, I might not haunt you."

I looked back up at him. I couldn't help but smile. "Haunt me? You think calling someone and not saying anything is haunting? Please. Try taking over my body or something scary."

"Alright," he came uncomfortably close to me, as if he were going to possess me.

"No!" I screamed, crawling backwards.

"I was joking," he cracked a smile. "You're a girl, I wouldn't ever possess you."

"Oh. Well, good."

He raised an eyebrow, and he was suddenly against the far wall.

Why did he have to keep such distance?

"So," I said after a minute, "how did you die?" I couldn't think of anything else to say to a ghost.

"Didn't the diary tell you anything?"

"Well, sort of. It was... Well, it wasn't very descriptive."

"You know about the girl, right?"

I nodded.

"After she said yes to my proposal, we went to bed. In our separate rooms," he rolled his eyes, "stupid ship. Well, these guys decided it would be a nice to blow a hole through the ship. Our ship tried to fight back, but we lost. I can't swim. Never could. I didn't care about that, all I cared about was getting her to safety. I got on a piece of the broken ship, and started paddling to shore, which wasn't too far. I managed to get her up onto the ledge, onto the land. One of the men pulled me down when I was climbing up. They stabbed me, almost ripped one of my arms off. I couldn't go anywhere. I was left to die.

"All of the men - the good men were left to die. None of them deserved it. Every one of them had something to look forward to, they had a future. The ocean turned red. Everyone's blood was going everywhere. We weren't in water, we were in blood. The tides took everyone. Including me. We all sunk to the bottom of the ocean. It didn't matter if I could swim or not at this point. No one could get to the surface, injured or not. The last thing I saw before blackness was red. Blood. Everywhere.

"Somehow I.. After I died, I floated to the surface, like this. She was there. All alone, in the middle of no where, staring at the red water and dead bodies floating there. I couldn't do anything. I tried so hard to hug her, to hold her, tell her it'll all be alright, that I'm here. I tried to make it better. I tried to make her stop crying; to comfort her. It was no use. I went right through her, she couldn't hear me.

"I stayed with her. I wanted her to be alright. She wasn't. I couldn't even do a single thing about it. I just watched her cry her heart out everyday. I thought she was going to drown in her own tears, it was scary and so heartbreaking. After a solid seven days, she stopped. She just stared at nothing for the entire day. The next day, she continued life as if nothing had happened. She was smiling, laughing, having fun. She was happy. Normal.

"It hurt. It hurt to see her crying and in pain, but I knew she cared. Then she stopped. She stopped caring, she stopped... loving."

"That's not true," I interrupted. "How old are you?"

He looked at me like I was crazy, which I probably was.

"How old were you?" I corrected myself.

"Eighteen."

"Okay, so, she was still a teenager, about my age?"

He nodded.

"Obviously, she didn't stop loving you. There's a certain point in time where a girl realizes that crying won't do any good. It wouldn't bring you back. She had to move on with her life. Her smiles, laughs, it was all fake. I've never known a girl who didn't fake a smile, before. Wether they admit it or not. That day where she did nothing, she thought."

"How do you know?" he asked, interrupting me.

"I'm a girl. I have the same mind as her. Every girl does."

"Does every girl get a boyfriend just a couple of months later?"

I shrugged, "it sometimes helps to get over somebody."

"That's using them."

"Well, not in all cases."

"Marriage?"

I sighed, "do you think she loved you?"

After a brief moment of silence, he nodded.

"Then she never got over you. She still loves you. You can't fall out of love, it's just not possible."

"She-"

"Trust me?"

He sighed. "We'll see."

A/N: I'm really not sure about this story. I just kinda wrote this out... haha, I'm not sure where I'm going with it, or how long it'll be... but... well, we'll see.

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