The Diary of my dear Juliet

by eona15

This is about Juliet's Diary when she started writing entry's after her sisters death. She writes her feelings, thoughts and day to day actions. Juliet feels trapped and wants out. She wants to remember good times of her sister. But her father does not let that happen. Will she be able to escape with her love for Romeo? or will her father keep her trapped forever.

The Diary of my dear Juliet

Dear, Diary,

2-22-1927

Today I got the worst news, today was a day of gray. It went something like this… I felt the tears slide down my check as I got to the bottom of the letter. My grandma had written to my father saying his eldest daughter Leslie was dead. My sister had recently moved down to maple lane state to be with her fiancé. My grandma lives nearby and said she got the news first. The two of them were going to be married in the fall, why did this happen to them to MY family? My grandma wrote explaining that Leslie and Tom were out driving from the theater when a drunk driver hit them from the front. Both my sister and her love were killed. I dropped the letter and I ran up the staircase to my room just as the tears just started pouring out. It felt like the world had been frozen, and there was just me know in this quiet old house sobbing behind closed doors. Later that night my father got home and our maid Joann showed him the letter before supper. I knew he was devastated, because he didn't say a word the rest of the night. I write this now with a heavy heart, how will my father react? He has lost his wife a year earlier and now his first daughter. I feel utterly alone now, for there is just me and my twin brother Jack left. Whatever shall I do now? If only a miracle would fall down upon my family's name, but with all our money, it will not ease up the pain.

-Juliet

Dear Diary,

2-28-1927

It's been a while since my last entry. Well since then we had the funeral, and many people were there to show my family support, some I've never meet before. My dearest friend Lacey, a wild one she is, o she gave the most precious words for my sister. It was a black funeral, but what nice words were said. My father has been solemn all week. He's distraught and locks himself in his room all day. He got so flamboyant when my love Romeo came to see me well today. He threw him right out the door, with him went my spark of light. But that was the first I saw of my father all day, and the last. He ordered me to not leave this house, but I have to get out of this house, I feel stuck and suffocated. I feel for my father, but this is not what Leslie would've wanted. We have to try to move on look to the light and find ourselves. We have to hold on to these happy memories of my dear sister.