I smiled evily and prepared myself for what interesting words my precious mortal would have filled in this book. I gulped, suddenly getting nervous. My hands slightly shook and my heart beat started to pick up ever so slightly. I inhaled, then exhaled. For what felt like eternity, I sat on the floor staring at the lifeless book expecting something to happen. Of course, no action occurred. I looked closer, and inspected every corner of the front cover. Being disappointed, I slowly opened up the book and was flushed with a sweet cherry blossom scent. My imagination then went in to exploration mode.
Front to back of every page, I read every word. At some parts I laughed, or smiled. At others I pouted or started to tear up.
I read about the time she had a wonderful date at the beach with this other male mortal, which made me growl in annoyance. She had written a significant amount about this peculiar mortal. About how much he made her smile, blush, and giggle. She had then written about how his kisses made her feel warm and tingly inside. This made me worry to an extent that some male mortal may have taken her away from me. This I could not allow.
I also read about the time she went out with her friends to the mall, and got a beautiful party dress. Now I was thinking about how she would look in such a revealing outfit and smirked. Her friends were named Sonic and Tails. I almost bursted out laughing at the idiotic names. I concurred that this Tails creature had tails. The Sonic character might have something to do with speed, so I'll have some slight competition.
I then started reading about how her father died due to a mysterious murder. This made me snarl in rage at how distressed my little rose was. If I could, I would find out who this disgusting creature is and crush their brain to tiny bits. Any creature who dares to harm my little angel in any way is to be executed immediately.
It seems the murder case was closed due to little or no evidence. Her father was just suddenly found in a back alley way with blood splattered all over. There had been no foot prints, no weapons, and no possible suspects. There were marks all over his wrists and neck, easily killing the poor mortal.
"How peculiar that there had been no evidence what so ever." I huffed under my breath in confusion. I licked my dry lips and continued to read on.
It is suspected her father was on his way home from work at night, and took a short cut in an alley way. There he was suddenly attacked and killed. He was found a few hours after the murder when someone stumbled upon him early the next morning and immediately called the police. The investigation went on for a few weeks but because there was no evidence, no progress was made and they decided to call it off. My little rose had been very agitated about this because she was fearful that there was a deranged lunatic on the loose.
After reading the rest of the diary entry I looked at the back of the book and spotted a certain word. I looked closer and tried to identify what it said.
"A-Ame... My... Rose... " I started to say to myself, trying to form a word, "Amy." I whispered out. I started thinking to myself and smiled. "Amy. This beautiful mortal is named Amy Rose." My smile brightened and I started to blush. Realizing this, I violently shook my head. I closed the book and tossed it under the bed where I had found it. I sat there for a few minutes trying to process everything I read.
Just then, I heard a key being used and a door being unlocked. My heart had then jumped out of my chest and I thought I was done for.
