Hi there! This is my first ever Witch's House fanfic, and my first published one. I'm too lazy-er...busy to post my other stories, but since summer's near, maybe I can manage to do so.

Enjoy!

Pain

It hurts so much. I feel like I'm going to die, but I know I can't. Even though mother and father don't love me, they do keep up the image of being loving parents by hiring special doctors for me and giving me medicine to prolong my suffering. But I know it's all an act. They wouldn't want the public to know that they neglect their only daughter.

Today, I went with father and his hunting party to watch them hunt. I've been waiting for years for him to allow me, and at last he said yes. Father said that I should always stay behind him, so I did. I had bad experience with guns in the past, so it's best to take his advice. Oh, and I caught a rabbit in the woods, and father allowed me to keep it! I'll name him Snowball. Father is the best!

I hate myself for being born. I hate my sickness. I hate mother and father. I hate my cruel and pitiful life. I hate them all.

I almost lost Snowball today. I was panicking all over, so I followed him through the woods and into a rabbit hole, and I found so many rabbits! How adorable!

I just want to be loved. Why can't they understand that? They believe that medicine and special treatment will cure me, but I think they're wrong. The medicine is poison for me. Every drop, every spoonful, every swallow kills me little by little. Maybe if they loved me more, maybe…

The doctor always said that I am a healthy child, and that getting sick is normal for children my age. But this fever is probably the worst of all my fevers. Father is afraid that I will die, and I am afraid of leaving father alone. If only the medicine tastes better, then I would gladly drink more of it, but father said that as long as he loves me, I'll get better.

The doctors said that it's a miracle I am now able to move. Mother and father feign tears of joy. It's all an act. I could see through them. It's all just an act. A few days left, my master. Just a little while, and I'm going to be free.

Still sick. I could barely write in my diary. Father stayed with me the whole time. He's so sad, and I swear I heard him crying last night. I don't want to die. But the doctor said that I still have some hope, unlike one of his patients who he had already given up…

I don't have any pity for them. Pity is more the merciful. Are they merciful? Do they deserve my pity? I don't think so.

Already feeling a little better. Father is now in a better mood, and went out to hunt again. Thank God I'm getting better. If I died, then father will be lonely. He doesn't want to lose me, like he lost mother. I pity him.

It's going to be my final day in this pitiful body of mine. I thank you, master. Without making me a witch, I would have already died from my illness. And maybe mother and father too, for creating me, but I still hate you though. Thank you too, my friend. Maybe if we meet again, you'll get my pity, my dearest friend Viola.

I'm going to visit my friend again. I promised I would make food for her. How long has she been sick, anyway? Poor girl. But she's my friend, and I would like her to feel better and recover from her illness. Like father said when I was almost dying, love is the best medicine of them all. I love her because she's my friend. So anyway, I'm leaving now. I hope you'll get better soon, Ellen.

Do you like it, or not? Sorry if it doesn't make sense. They're Ellen and Viola's diary entries before the events of the game. Just written it in a flash.

Comments and criticisms are greatly appreciated.

~XxLadyoftheNightxX~