Seeking Solitude From Craziness
As the tension built downstairs, Lucy slammed her bedroom door. Breathing heavily, she leaned against the door, glancing around her. Anger, frustration and sadness whirled through her body. "What do I do?" Lucy whispered. Slowly, she walked to her closet. Reaching up to the farthest corner of the top shelf, Lucy grabbed a purple and white shoebox. Lifting the cover, she saw the newly bought journal. Gingerly, she opened the heart- shaped lock. Lucy silently, read the inscription, inside the front cover:
Lucy,
I know that I've teased you about writing in one of these. I'm sorry. I know now that sometimes you need a way to vent, when you may feel that no one understands or cares. I may not always be around, but I want you to know, that I love you and I always will. Thank you for being the best sister I could ever ask for. Thank you for always being there, through the thick and thin. I love you, Luce.
Mary
Lucy slowly slid down against the back wall of the closet. "Oh Mary, I wish you were here," she whispered. Alone, Lucy silently bowed her head and cried.