Tattered Notebook- Mother 3.


A young toddler wandered a dark forest. She wiped the tears away from her eyes, to no avail. She was scared, confused and hungry. Most terrifying to her, alone. She stumbled over something. She was about to run for her life before she realized something...It's a journal. She picked it up and quickly deciphered it, despite her age. "Hmm...Journal." She didn't talk to herself, her own voice sounded foreign. She did do it this time to just find SOMETHING to progress off of. She saw a pencil. She picked it up and crudely scrawled on the journal her name. She liked how it looked. She opened it and saw it was blank. She wrote.

"Day 1-Name-Pollyanna"

She didn't know why she wrote her name again. She wants to remember it. That's it.

"Today, I woke up in a odd place i have no clue what it's about! I have no idea how i know things, where i'm from. Or even what I'm gonna do! You oddly calm me somehow."

She decided to keep the journal for her own. She always wrote in it at the happiest time and not just to say that she ate something and that's pretty much it. She enjoyed having something, she enjoyed "talking" to "someone" who wouldn't judge her….