"Goodnight Bella" Alice called as she slipped round the door.
Alone. Finally. After being kidnapped and held against my will I was too furious to sleep. I looked around Edward's room, not much had changed since I'd last been there. Apart from that monstrosity of a bed. His huge collection of CD's and gigantic stereo were still there along with his black leather couch. As I scanned the room wandering what to do next, I saw a plain black leather bound journal lying on one of the shelves.
My heart started to beat faster as I edged my way towards it wondering if it might, just might be his diary. Trembling I picked it up. My fingers trembled as they started to open the cover. I hesitated, not sure if what was inside was something I wanted to know. 'If there was something important he would have told you' I remember thinking to myself. Considering he had heard me talking in my sleep spilling my innermost secrets involuntarily, I had every right to know his.
First of all I was disappointed on opening it. There were no dates, no 'dear diary', it didn't have any of the marks of a traditional diary. But there was writing in there. His writing. My anger fading entirely, I was filled with a burning curiosity. I started to read and found although it wasn't a diary, it was interesting.
It was filled with poems, some short, some long all covering some aspect of Edward's life. The first spoke of the time passing over a whole century.
Where has it gone?
A whole century,
No telegram from the Queen for me,
I'm seventeen,
If only they knew,
The truth.
I remember the war ending,
Then the flu,
Lying in the hospital,
Screaming in pain,
The all-consuming fire.
Then waking,
The thirst,
Knowing all minds.
Another war,
Millions of lives lost,
Again.
The invention of the motor car,
A good idea for once,
Speed, power,
And ordinariness.
The awful music,
Ugh the Sixties were awful,
The Seventies too.
The Cold War,
The fear,
The world could be destroyed,
Forever.
The Taliban in Afghanistan,
More wars.
The launch of the internet,
Very clever.
The Millennium,
Then Her,
How she lit my sky,
It all pales into insignificance,
Compared to Her.
I paused, before turning the next page, amazed by the sudden realisation of what a century meant. It unnerved me, scared me. Slowly my fingers found the next page and turned it, wondering what else was written.