Hey! Roxy Goth here. Thank you to KaliAnn, Steampunk Wilson + DestinyDragons101 for reviewing the last chapter. I know last chapter was a bit cryptic but I didn't want to explain to much in case I ruined it. But this chapter will explain a bit more. Also I'm not really sure how to write Donald in, like, a diary form – hark why this is Della's Diary and not Donald's Diary. If anyone's got any suggestions that would be helpful.
Warning: Language.
Anyway – I hope you enjoy. See chapter one for the disclaimer.
01/01/2020
DELLA REINE DUCK I Swear when I get my hands on you I'm going to yell at you so much your ears will be ringing for a week! It's New Years day today. You know what we should be doing now? Celebrating. Like everyone else in the world. But NO! I am currently trying to find where you've disappeared to because you're too stubborn to TELL anyone ANYTHING!
…Now I've got that of my chest I suppose I better explain what's happened while you've been AWOL. As you know I asked you why you were behaving like an idiot two days ago when you were being secretive and all-round annoying.
"Wait and see." You said, grinning widely. "Wait and see." And I asked you to explain, I begged you to tell me what the HELL you were playing at and you refused. "Trust me, Donny." You said. "Just trust me."
And STUPIDLY I did. I should have learned, shouldn't I? After all the rigmarole you and Gladstone put me through when we were younger.
And then you were 'ill' weren't you? On New Years Eve. Phooey, I say Phooey! "Sorry guys, I don't feel great…" All bundled up and coughing pathetically.
"Do you want me to stay?" I asked. "I don't mind."
I should have been suspicious when you played it down. "Don't be an nimrod, Donny! I'll be fine."
"But-"
"-Fine!"
"Are you sure?" Huey asked. "I can take your temperature!" And he wielded a thermometer in the air.
Zeus knows where he got that from.
Anyway, so you shoved us out the door and off we went. And I suppose you just thought we'd relax all evening and have a 'awesome' time. Well NEWSFLASH DELLA! I CAN'T relax when I think my twin sister who I was torn apart from for a decade is at home being ill! So I went home and guess what?
YOU WEARN'T THERE!
I mean, don't get me wrong – I didn't expect you to be skipping round the living room or roller-skating in the garden or anything – but I did expect you to be in bed at least. And you weren't.
…You've known me a long time now Della – all our life in fact – can you IMAGINE the look on my face when I realise you weren't there? Can you imagine my panic as I rushed round the house trying to find you? I checked ALL the rooms, I checked the garden – that took me a while – I EVEN drove out to the money bin and looked there. You weren't there.
Do you remember when we were about ten and we played hide and seek with Gladstone and Feathry? And you managed to find some brilliant hiding place and I couldn't find you? I can't remember exactly where you were but it was far enough away that you couldn't hear me screaming the house down. You only realised something was up when you heard Uncle Ludwig yelling for you. I was convinced at that moment in time that nothing would ever panic me like that again.
I was wrong. Obviously. As you known I've been panicking like that ever since Gladstone came back from Scotland and you two got up to your old tricks again – BUT I'm digressing. The point IS that I was worried, Della. I thought you were dead. Again. Lost to me – again. I hope when you read this you get that through your thick skull. I mean for – fu – WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!? Whatever it was – whatever it is – I just wish you'd have TOLD ME and then we could've dealt with it again because – newsflash Della – YOU CAN'T DEAL WITH EVERYTHING BY YOURSELF!
…I'm going to go now. Okay? I can't – I CAN'T deal with this now. I just can't.
Oh – I suppose you should know. I've called the police. Or rather, I called Scrooge, he came home while Auntie Beakley stayed with the kids – we searched the house AGAIN and then HE called the police.
All I know is that when you drag your tail through that door I'm gonna give you the biggest hug ever.
Love Donald.