My Journal
2/15/1505
Hey journal! How has your day been? Was my drawer nice to you? I hope that you had better day than I did . . .
I thought that school was going to be different from day care. I'm guessing that I was wrong but it's alright no biggie! It's still only the first days of school and it's when kids my age not older girls . . . Even then though the girls in my grade aren't the nicest kids you'll meet. Carla's nice but she's not 'my best friend' nice, ya know? Not to mention I saw her laugh earlier today and after I caught her she didn't even attempt to hide it. Some friend she is.
Although i'm glad the teacher apologized after class, it made me feel way better. Now that i think about it . . .Kyah! I can't believe I cried in front of her. Geez, that's so embarrassing. How do I meet face to face with her now? Hi, i'm the little girl who cried in front of you because you giggled at my mistake, making you feel like the villain! Great job me. Although I really do like her, she seems to have a undeniably strong sense of justice. She mentioned something about the marines, but I wasn't really paying attention that much.
I can't but at the same time I can believe that Law spoke to the teacher like that. What a crazy brother I have. It makes me happy but yet scared, like will he always lose his cool like this? Although I can't blame him for losing his cool, not after what happened when I was 4 years old. Well if someone finds this journal after the massacre or destruction of our town or world, then you'll know my whole story. Hahaha that's really awkward now that I think about it, but if you know half then you might as well get the whole.
When I was 4 years old there was an older man who did some bad things. It happened when I was home alone, it was a fatal mistake by my parents and brother. It was a miscommunication between them and they thought one another was at home. The old man was in charge of my daycare, and had walked me home that day since no one came to pick me up. The second I called into the house and no one answered that was his signal. I was attacked and . . . and . . . I don't feel good about writing this it makes me feel something in my chest and my throat become dry and my stomach turns. I don't like this feeling.
Although everything was blur when I came to there was blood, everywhere. My hands my hair, my face at first I was spazzing until I realize I didn't feel any pain anywhere. Then I heard the sound like a thump, as if a butcher was hitting the meat. I finally came to and gather my thoughts and ran towards the sound after grabbing the phone. As I ran I dialed 911 my mind was remembering, processing, and understanding the directions my parents once given to me and my brother. Who knew it would actually come in handy and thank god I listened. A lady answered and all I could sputter out was "send help, please" and I told the address. After that I didn't speak but focused on finding the sound.
When I turned the corner I couldn't understand what I was seeing. Like my eyes weren't working, but they could definitely see. My brother standing there covered . . . in red. His pupils were sharp and his breathing was rigid as he gripped a knife in his right hand. I stumbled over towards him, tripping twice, after losing feeling in my legs. I reached for him as my hands trembled, it slowly made it's way to his face. I gently tapped the red spots and tried to wipe it off his clothes, but then pulled my hand away and stared at it. Tears began to fall and I inched closer towards my brother. He simply wrapped his arms around me and picked me up to take me to the living room. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me, and only then that's when I realized I had no clothes on. Let me tell you that hit me like a bus as more and more tears began to race down my face. My brother pulled me closer to him and patted my hand saying "It's gonna be alright.
The police arrived and with them later came my parents. My mother was devastated, and my dad . . . well words couldn't explain his anger. The man didn't die from the wounds that law gave him, but he was horribly hurt. No matter how hard I tried sympathy wasn't an emotion that I could feel. It was argued as a case of self defence and of course it was all cleared and alright.
Sometimes I think though where was my family? Why did this happen to me? What if this was another child? Most of all, what if my brother hadn't decided to come home from his sleepover.
Alright this seems long enough and now i'm feeling really down in the dumps. So i'm going to take a shower now.
See ya whenever,
Journal!
A/N: Ok sorry if this was too long for you guys. Also I understand that Lami isn't a big character in one piece and review/favorites/follows will all come with time, but i'm willing to wait for it. So love you guys and hoped you enjoy! Until next time on drago-
