Dear Diary,
I love to write. Well I used to. Almost everything that I had loved slipped through my fingers.
The only thing that mattered was him.
My world revolves around him. He is what I need to survive this world. The only one I honestly cared about. The bitter taste of others coming across me filled my mouth. The thought alone made me turn away from disgust. But I knew I wasn't any different from them. We all have thoughts in our heads. Disgusting or not, we aren't special. But we're here and that's all that matters to me.
Love,
Amu Hinamori
I sighed and placed the pen down. My eyes were heavy from the tears and thoughts of him today.
Maybe sleep is what I needed or I'd be wasting my time again. I don't know anymore….
Dear Diary,
What was it that I wanted?
I frowned and turned from the screen. I wanted to be alone with him….
A sigh escape my lips.
Too tired. Too angry. My emotions are amplified by the lack of sleep I receive every night. Why does he need me? He has people right now. It irritates me at the thought of faking again.
My breath halts for a split second, a tiny break from the sadness I am currently feeling. I need time by myself.
Well, not really.
I'm just so tired of everything. The hollow being of mine. Just let me sleep. Please…
I hear them…The voice..Telling me to stop. I can't tell him! NO! He'll call me names. No…Please no more! My being falters and everything surreal. Distorted and broken, the mirror shatters in front of me. The glass piercing through my skin, a pool of blood forming underneath me. I don't want to hear his voice.
AMU HINAMORI
The pain had numb my whole being. My long black hair was dishelved.
'So untidy,' I thought, 'No wonder you don't belong in this world.'
Strangely, the thought made me feel warm inside. I smile and press my head against the pillow. It was so soft and yet so firm.
'Remind you of him doesn't it?'
My head began to throb in pain.
I don't know what to do