September 15, 2005
It feels odd to be going back to school. When you're alone in a chocolate factory for an entire four months with nothing but a very eccentric candy man to keep you company you tend to lose yourself in the magic. But I guess I am glad to be getting used to the place like this. One day I will take over. One day the factory will belong to me. I just don't know how I feel about it. Continuing a legend's work can be a difficult task.
A silent tear rolled down Willy's cheek and fell down onto the page. The fact that Charlie had died before ever taking on the job on his own, sent waves of grief through his body. Grief that he didn't even know he had inside him. Wasn't he, the one who was supposed to die first, even though he dreaded it? Willy's hands shook slightly as he turned to the back of the book at the final entry.
July 16, 2006
Willy, no shocker in my mind, has his own plane. And because of it being summer time, he has invited my whole family on it. But it's just for my family and me because well, someone has to take care of the factory.
Willy shut the book at this point and threw it across the room. He stared at Charlie's former sleeping quarters. It felt horrible to think that his body rested on a hospital bed. Even though he wasn't there, Willy could see the hospital workers slowly pulling the white sheet over his small head.
The candy man grit his teeth. There was no way that staying in this room would help matters. He had to get rid of it. All of it.
It all started without thought. As if an invisible person was slowly dragging him to the bed sheet, causing him to rip it apart. Just like that, the bed seemed to be ripped to shreds, along with every memory of Charlie that lay inside it.
Willy sat on the floor, his breathing slightly laboured after pulling the bed apart. His eyes cast around the room until he found it. The candy wrappers on the wall. Ripping them all apart was done less aggressively. In fact, by time he was finished, the act had reduced him to tears. All that was left was the golden ticket. Willy plucked it off the wall. However, something prevented him from tearing this apart. It glinted at him, almost like a smile, daring him to try and tear it apart.
Willy sighed and pocketed the ticket. The diary still lay on the floor.
But did he want to continue reading it?