Dear Journal,
It was a clear sparkling day and for me all it did was contrast my morbid mood. The sky was blue with only a few light clouds and the birds were singing sweetly to the younglings in their nest, and all I could do was cry. A thousand tears I must have been shedding, one for every moment I spent with her. I was ten years old and my mother had just died.
Now here it is seven years later, and I find myself once more in the sorrowful state that I was back then except today the world even mourns with me. My father, who after my mother's death was the only person I had, has also died.
People keep on telling me that I should be happy and proud that he died so noble.
"He died heroically," some say.
"It is an honor to have your father give his life to protect the prince," others pipe in.
I don't care how noble or heroic it was. My father is still dead. What is worse than is that it could be deemed as being along the same lines as committing suicide. My father volunteered for the foolish plan of disguising someone as the prince so that the prince could escape from what would be certain capture. Father must have known that being the decoy would result in certain death. Now he is gone, and it is all because of a death he volunteered for. I am alone in the world without any idea of what shall become of me for my father's will has yet to be announced. I shall only hope that it bears hope.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
So, what did you guys think of the first entry, as I'll put it. I have another few written so as long as I don't get tired of typing them out tonight, they should all be up soon. I know it's been a while since I've posted anything and those of you who read my other stories are probably all like, grr . . . where's her Ella chapter, which I know I have to write, but at the same time I've had terrible writer's block and well, this is the only thing story wise I've written in a while, and even then for some reason I wrote quite a bit for this during study today, and originally, I had no intention of posting this in the first place because well, I thought it was one of the worst things I have ever written, however, I like the other stuff I have in it, and for some reason I feel as though my writing style is a bit different in this one than in my other stories. It feels lighter in my opinion although you can't really tell from this chapter. Anyways, I hope you liked it enough to read more, and yes, the chapters will get longer than this, I promise. Anyways, Happy Reading! Angel of Despair