Dear Baby, 24th of September 1977
Love can be the best thing in the world, it can pick you up and show you the way the sun sparkles on the clean, beautiful lakes in the park. It can make life worth living for, but love can also destroy you and scar you deep inside your heart, like it did to me. Remember to never trust someone blindly. When you're about to be tempted by kind gestures and sweet words, think of your mother who fell for the same above mentioned things, and lost her life in it. Keep your heart to yourself, for you're the only person it was meant for. Be aware that underneath the sweet layers of love can shield pure evil.
It is now time for you to learn more about the way you were brought into this world. I hope you can find trust in this words written down here, because they are the only way my long-forgotten and faded image can live on. Don't listen to the people who say my story is a simple tale. It is as true and real as the diary you're holding now, my love. Don't let my possibly shocking words scare you; I've pulled through our journey with the purpose of life. Giving life to you, and hoping that once you'll find someone to guide you on the right path, for I am sure the right path isn't where the people around you would like you to be. It won't be me, I'll be long gone the moment you're old enough to understand that you weren't always that prophecy child, or whatever they call it. Once you were just my baby.
It all started, as most young women's tragic stories do, with a man. The man you undoubtedly now know as your father; Daniel Marquette. The first ignorant weeks we spent together were like paradise. He was the man every girl dreamed of having; he was kind, sincere, and appreciated and respected every single part of me. He gave me presents on ever occasion, and not 'just' presents. When my friends got flowers, cheap perfume (eau de toilette) or simple necklaces from their lovers, mine gave me bouquets of 20 deep red roses for my 20th birthday, Chanel perfume, and real diamonds. I was genuinely happy, but should have foreseen the fact that there was a snag in all this perfection. You see, I don't know about it now, but when your father and I met he had just been promoted to the job of "Junior Partner" at the widely feared law firm that goes by the name of "Wolfram and Hart". I don't know a lot about what he does there, but I know it's often illegal, and I also know that I don't want to know more about it. I wish I had been smarter then, though. Maybe if I had known more about your father's true colours I wouldn't be in this position right now.
Daniel treated me very well; I was his everything, and he was mine. In my silly girl's dreams I could already see us married, with a happy family. I sure got a step closer to the family, indeed. I got pregnant. When I did this discovery I was only 20 years old, still in University, so you understand at first it was quite a shock. I was afraid to tell my parents, so the first thing I did was run over to Daniel, for I figured he would be the only one that would understand and support me. Well, he did. At first. We shared many hours talking together about the future of our perfect little family. He told me I was beautiful, and that you, our baby, would be too. On a certain morning, two weeks ago now, he asked me to come over to his office here at Wolfram& Hart. I didn't want to refuse him anything, so I went. I thought he wanted to give me something, or maybe wanted to discuss some things. The opposite was true. I met the real Daniel that morning, and I still wish I hadn't. Once I was in his office I was captured by three security guards. I screamed and cried, and pleaded for him to tell them to let go of me. He didn't. All Daniel said was that our baby was special. So special that it had a certain purpose here at Wolfram & Hart, so they couldn't risk anything. That was why I had to stay here, till the baby was born. What would happen after that, he didn't say. But I know what will happen. I maybe young, and perhaps a bit naïve, but I'm not stupid. The security guards dragged me downstairs to this cellar and put me in some cold cell. I've been horribly scared ever since and still hope for an escape. Your father comes to bring me meals three times a day, he says I'm eating for two now. If I wasn't such a well-raised girl I would've thrown it at his face. Maybe this is immature, but what he did is not fair.
So, my sweet baby, be aware of the dangers shielding underneath all those layers of love. Listen to your heart; it will always speak the truth.
Your loving mother
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