A/N~ I'M SORRY! Really. I didn't want her to lose her voice, but that's how the story works. Remember, this is a fiction/ true story about me!!! Lol. You guys really are gonna hate me...*ducks behind computer* And I'm sorry I haven't written in awhile, but I have been wicked sick.

HEARING IS BELIEVING

"Dear Diary,

It's been three weeks since I woke up. I wish I hadn't. I wish he had killed me. I would rather have died than lose my voice. Why couldn't I have gone blind? I would rather live without seeing than singing.

Even though I can still hear, its no good now. If I hear music, I want to sing along, and it causes such a pain in my chest, to know I can't-

Music brings no joy, it is merely another form of torture.

I sit here in the hospital day after day, too sore to do anything but sit, watch television, read, or listen to music. I am bored out of my mind. He must have planned this to happen, he couldn't be punishing me any better himself.

I hate him! I HATE HIM!

He ruined my life! The bastard ruined my whole life! I have nothing left. Nothing.

Why couldn't I have been born into a normal family? Why did this have to happen to me? It's not fair, I didn't do anything to deserve this.

No, I did.

I wish I had never begged my mom to give me dance lessons. It's all my fault! I killed her! I'm a murderer...

And now my life is over. I have nothing to live for, no more joy left. He won't come if I can't sing for him.

My angel will leave me. I am sure he would have come! I know he would have come! But now he won't and it's my fault because I killed my mother!

I need help. I can't take this anymore, not on my own. I need someone to help me! To talk to me, I can't-

Angel of music... guide and guardian. Grant to me your glory...

Where is there no room for dreams in this world? Why is make believe just a fairy tale, or imagination nothing but a fantasy?

If I wish hard enough, why can't it be true? Why can't the life I want, the stuff I want, everything I want be real?!

Why do I have to settle for reality when it is more evil than my dreams. It hurts more-

I'm so scared. The doctors say I will never talk again. That my vocal cords have been ripped, and my voice box damaged. I'm so scared! I can never talk again, never sing again. I can never laugh again!

What if he comes after me? What if he tries to kill me? No one can stop him, he will kill others to get to me. Anyone who gets in his way-

I'm so scared...

I don't know what will happen to me now, but what does it matter?

I wish I were dead."

A tear trickled off the young girl's nose and landed on the open page, smearing the word 'dead.' Weary fingers laid down the pen and closed the book as she laid down and drifted to sleep, dreading to face a world with no tomorrow.

A/N~ Hmm when you write, I think your mood really comes out in your writing, whether you mean it to or not. I hope poor lil Kat cheers up soon, don't you?