I put the tattered diary away and looked over at Cat, who was hugging a toy giraffe and singing quietly to herself. I wonder how long it's been since she's seen sunlight.
"How long has it been since you went outside?" I blurted out, without thinking. "Sorry, that just came out! You don't have to answer."
She laughed and shook her head. "About three days. I'm allowed out, you know. So will you, I suppose." She walked over to me, and sat down carefully. "It's not that bad here. Only Beck comes down here, and he cares. I see he cares about you, too." I shook my head quickly.
"He doesn't know me. He doesn't care. He won't care, no one does," I said, my voice getting louder with every word. Cat nodded.
"I understand, Jade. I felt like that, too. Until Beck saved me."
"He won't save me. No, he can't save me. I won't fall! I won't break again!" She looked at me sympatheticly. "You have to fall sometime, " She said, holding her head up high. "I did, but then I got brought here. Ha, I thought we'd be together forever. I was so naive. So stupid. You know Jade, I still am. I'm stupid enough to believe that he might wait for me, have hope that I'm okay, or he's looking for me, he's still out there somewhere."She smiled, thinking over what she'd said. " I wish, I really wish that someday, Joshua will find me, and take me away from this." She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "But that's really all it is. A wish."
She was very logical, and phylosify's were always coming out of her mouth.
"I think he will, Cat. You're worth looking for," I smiled at her and she came over for a hug.
"I know that he'll look after you. You're special." She said, warmly looking into my eyes.
"Ha, I wish I was worth waiting for. I wish he'd wait for me."
"Oh trust me, he will. " She sighed. "He'll defenitely wait."
I smiled. I want to read more of that diary. To see what he thought of me. If he ever thought of me again. I crept over to my side of the room, and got it out. I quickly put it away, though, when I had a question. "How often does he visit?" I asked her.
"Everyday or so," she replied distracted.
"Okay." I flipped open the diary.
Dearest Diary of mine,
I saw her again. I don't know why she keeps coming here, or what she wants, but I can't bear to see her and not stare. At least she's okay today. She was crying, but okay. Last night, in case sha came back, I'd carved into the tree: Don't cry, you have a beautiful smile, :) She looked at it and grinned. She also took a quick photo of it, and sat down on a log next to the tree. She got out some sort of journal, but she didn't write in it, she stuck the picture she'd just taken into it. I saw what the book was titled: Jade's memories. 13. It was nice, a black book with purple butterflies on it. At last I saw her smile, but I know, inside she was broken, or something. I wish I had the courage to go out and talk to her.
I wish he had've, too. Then maybe I might not have been harmed or broken so much more.
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