Okay, how many noticed the duffle bag in the first chapter, so, in this chapter you find out why she has it. I cried making this chapter. I got the idea for the name from a band I like, its called Breaking Benjemin, and the song is Dairy of Jane. Link on youtube at the bottom if you want to hear the song.

"This is your room Sky." Vincent showed her to one of the guest rooms, and she was shocked at how greatly furnished it looked. It was all in crimson, the large bed, the curtens, the chair, the fireplace, the closet and bathroom door were crimson. It was beauiful.

"Really?" she gasped, setting her things down. He nodded. "Thank you!" She smiled at him. He almost smiled back, but cought himself, so he nodded instead.

"I'm in the basement if you need me." He said as he left. She put her few clothes in the closet and put the shirt she had had on when she had first arrived on this planet. Quietly she walked around, looking at the old manshin. The first door had a large library in it. Sky gapped at all the books.

Quickly she walked over and looked at the books, before choosing random book. She opened it and it was blank, no lines, no words, nothing. She looked at it confused before looking at its spine. It didn't have a name. She flipped through all the pages, but still there was nothing. She set it down, and continued looking. Then she saw a title that intrueaged her. War in Wutiea. Sky pulled it out and sat down with her feet under her, and begain to learn of the war.

Even though it was a large book, she finished it within an hour, understanding everything. She looked up at the clock. 11:03, time for bed. She rose on sleepy legs and walked into the room ment for her. She snuggled under the covers and let sleep overtake her. Mean while Vincent walked around the basement, almost worridly, before finally giving in and going into his coffin to sleep.

Sky woke up at seven, like she would if she was going to school. She opened her eyes, believing that she was still dreaming as she looked around the blood-red room. She rubbed her eyes, she was still there. Shaking her head, she stood, streatching before walking walking to her closet and choosing one of her T-shirts and a pair of jeans. She quickly combed her hair with her fingers as she walked downstairs.

When she saw Vincent wasn't up yet, she went outside and began to exersize, running, bending, kicking and punching, like she would have been doing in gym later that day, even if she wasn't going to go there again.

Vincent woke when he heard the door close. He quickly pushed himself out of his coffin and went up to Sky's room to find her gone. He cursed and ran to the front door, throwing it open to see Sky running into the forest. He was mad, was she running away? He was about to chase her when he saw she was comming back. Sky stopped when she saw him.

"Morning Vincent." She said, walking up to him. His eyes narrowed.

"What were you doing?" he growled. She flinched slightly, but her body was tense, and Vincent instaintly regreted sounding so harsh.

How are you going to become her mate if you are so mean, Valentine? Chaos scolded him, laughing.

"I was just running." She was almost shaking with fear. Was he going to hit her? Why was he so angry?

"Why?" he asked, gentler this time.

"Just to exercise." Sky said as Vincent put his hand on her shoulder.

"Okay." He went back inside, leaving her outside to continue to practice. She watched him go, mad at herself for being so afraid. The anger fueled her desire to move. She threw puch after puch, kick after kick, and ran faster then she could push her body. She was tired when she walked in the manshon two hours later, heading strait to her room to shower and change.

Sky sat there, letting the water rush over her, rubbing out the tensness in her muscles, before serching and finding some soap to clean herself with. A few minutes later her body was dry and she put on a clean pair of jeans and her other T-shirt. She walked down, her wet hair flowing on the front of her T-shirt.

Vincent watched her, his eyes never leaving her. It was surprising that Sky couldn't feel the intenscity of his gaze as she unknowingly passed him. He sighed when she left the range of his gaze, returing to his book, wondering if she would like the food he had cooked her.

Sky wandered into the Dining room in her serch for the kitchen and was surprised to find food sitting there for her. She hesantly started eating and finished it quickly after. It was good, better then what she had eaten before when she hadn't cooked, which was only at lunch at school. She smiled and went to go find Vincent.

Vincent looked up when Sky entered the study.

"Thanks, Vincent." she said somewhat shyly. He looked at her before nodding.

"You are welcome." he said, returning to his book. She took the dismisal and left, going into her room. She went and grabbed her dairy and wrote what had happened over the past three days, never thinking that Vincent would look through it. She went out after finishing her entry and serched for something to read in the study, her dairy in her hand.

She skimmed through the books, barely noting Vincent stare at her. She finally found a book that looked interesting, The Rise and Fall of Sephiroth. She sat down by the fire, content with the lighting and the warmth. Sky got about halfway through the book before falling asleep by the lulling warmth of the fire, the book and her dairy falling from her hand.

Vincent rose and walked over to pick them up, stopping when he picked the dairy up, and looked at it. It was black and had crimson writing on it, her name in big letters. He knew it was wrong, but he sat next to her and opened the book, begining to read.

Dear Dairy, this is my first time using you, since mom just got you for me today. I'm six years old. Mom and father had a fight today, he said that I was usless and a waste of money. She said I was an angel, father hit her.
Jannie Parrot

The entry was dated for October the eighth. He looked at the next one, it was convered in tears.

Dear Dairy, I haven't written in you for a while. I'm seven now, it's my birhtday today. But I must have been bad, because mommy's dead. She was hit by a car today. Father said it was my fault. She was going to get me a present.

Jannie Parrot

This one was dated November the twenty fourth, that was only a week away. The next one was dated December the first.

Dear Diary, Mommys funaral was today. She looked so sad, I wanted to say goodbye so I went up to the casket to place a rose in it, but father pulled my arm, diclocaiting it. I cried and he struck me, but no one saw. I walked back, and one of my mommys friends saw my arm hanging uslessly at my side, he was a docter. He popped it back in place, it hurt very bad.

Jannie Parrot

The next one was dated December the ninteenth.

Dear Dairy, father beat me today, I can't see through my left eye, and my chest is bruised where he kicked me, and he cut my stomic with a broken shard of glass.

Jannie Parrot

Vincent stopped and moved her shirt up a bit, there was a long scar there, running from her left hip to the bottom of her right ribs. He frowned deeply, moving her shirt back down. What kind of parent would beat a seven year old? He thought. He turned back to the book. The next entry was January the twentith, there was blood on it, and he couldn't tell if it was her bloody tears, or a wound.

Dear Dairy, father beats me all the time now, my eyes aren't the same, when I started crying blood, he laughed at me, saying that that was what I got for existing. He said I will cry blood forever now.

Jannie Parrot

March fourth was next.

Dear Diary, I just got done listening to a story at school, it was about a lady who was in trouble by her step mom and her step sisters, they would beat and abuse her, and the kids said that I was her, but only at the begining. The prince came and took her away, marrying her. They said I would never find anyone to be my prince. Why am I so unlucky?

Jannie Parrot

There were some others, but he skipped past them to the date October twenty third.

Dear Dairy, I'm almost at my fourteenth birthday. I have a boyfriend now, his name is Eric. He's really sweet and kind, he has shinny, short black hair, one side of which covers his eye. He has blue-green eyes and is a few inches taller then me. I even had my first kiss today. I love Eric so much.

Jannie Parrot

Vincent growled, she had a lover? Then why wasn't she with him? He was angry, she belonged to someone already. He read on anyway. The next was November the thirteenth.

Dear Diary, Eric is so sweet, he took me to see a movie and we went on a walk. He even bought me candies and flowers. He's seen my scars, even the one on my stomic, I thought he would hate me for my flaws, but he says he loves me even more. He said that they ment I have seen truth and live it, that nothing in the world is happy. He said it makes me more real. Father beat me when I got home though, but the thing is, the pain is rarely even there anymore, its more of a thrill, Eric said its punch drunkeness, that I've grown almost immune to physical pain.

Jannie Parrot

Vincent looked at her, she had lived through so much. He read on, intruiged by her life. November the twenty fourth.

Dear Diary, Eric says that I should change my name. I agree, but don't know what to change it to. I'm fifteen now, a few more years and I'm free of my father.

Jannie Parrot

The next on was dated November the twenty nineth.

I'm no longer Jannie Marrie Parrot, I am now Sky Black BloodRose, Eric loved my name, scince I took his last name as my middle, and his middle name as my first. I'm going on another date soon, I can't wait.

Sky Black BloodRose

Vincent narrowed his eyes a bit, hating the other male for getting to her first. December the nineth was covered in bloody tears, and bloody hand prints.

Dear Dairy, Eric is dead, someone shot him, he told me as he was dying in my arms to move on, and not always dwell on his death, he said so much about his love for me while the paremedics and his mother came. He told his mom to give me his outfit that he was wearing, and all his jewelry, he wanted me to have something to remember him, so I knew I would always have him, he told me at the hospital brfore he died, using his last words for me, he said "Do not forget me, but do not stop hoping and loving because I am gone, I'll always be with you. I love you, Sky Black BloodRose." He leaned forward to kiss and hug me one last time. No one was able to move me from him for a long time. I cried and graived with his mother, we hugged eachother, she gave me all his things in his large duffle bad, all his clothes, his jewelry, his books, his photos, everything, even one of her dresses. My lips are still stained with his blood.

Sky Black BloodRose

Vincent looked at the book for a long time before shifting his gaze over to her, her lover had died, and he was sad for her, but a small part was cheering that she was free for him. The next entry was the day after.

Dear Diary, Erica Black killed herself today, her last goodbye was to me, she said she would see her son, and they would watch me together. They are going to be burried right next to eachother, she had paid for both of them before she died. I thought of her as a mother, so now I have no one to love, not my mom, Maninia Parrot, not Erics mom, my second mom Erica, and not Eric, is there anything to live for anymore?

Sky Black BloodRose

Vincent looked at her, sad again, but read the next entry, which was a few days after the death of Eric and Erica, it, like the two before it, were covered in bloody tears.

They were burried today, the smile Eric had on when he took his last breath to talk to me and kiss me still on his face. And his mothers smile, that she must have had on when she slit her wrists so she could be with her son was there was well. I will miss them, it hurts so bad that they are not here. I've been thinking as well. Wouldn't it be easier to be a bad person rather then a good one? The good are always loosing the ones they love to the bad, while the bad loose no one. I can't decide, but being a bad person will seem apealing forever becuase of Erics death, I know his killer, it was a boy in my class, his name is Will.

Sky Black BloodRose

December fifteenth was next.

I am a killer now, they won't find Will, I got revenge for Eric. I stabbed Will in the chest, telling him the story of Eric as he died slowly, his blood pouring over my hands. It felt good to kill him, no one would have done anything anyway. His body is burried in the woods, I carried him there in the dead of night, burrying him myself, no one will find him, or anything leading him to me, I watched the shows on how they track down the killers, I made sure everything was untracable. His mother called for him to return, and everyone serched, only able to find his blood. They won't link it to me because very few people knew that Eric and I were together, and that no one knew that Will was Erics killer, except for me. I have tasted the kill, I hope it is the last time.

Sky Black BloodRose

Vincent looked at her again as she shifted. She had killed someone in cold blood, but she had a reason, did that make it any better? But he had been a Turk once, he had killed too. The next one was on the twenty fifth.

Dear Diary, they found his body, Will's, but they don't know it was me, what evidence there might have been has been washed away. His mother is screaming for the killer to come forth, but I won't. I went and visited Eric and Erica today, I opened the presents I had for them and placed them on their graves, I got Eric a dead rose and a live one, they were both red, but the dead one had turned black, like a reminder of me, and I got Erica a drawing I did, it was of her and Eric together. I hope they like their gifts.

Sky Black BloodRose

The last one was reccent, it was todays date, November eighteenth.

A woman named Angie did something to me, I'm different, and I'm not in New York anymore, she sent me though some sort of portal. I don't really know much, but I'm learning. I'm staying with a man named Vincent now, instead of with Cloud, Tifa and Marline, becuase of some people called Turks. Vincent's really cute. I feel to different though, and it was okay at first, but, I feel like something is wrong with my mind, like I'm unstable.

Sky Black BloodRose

Vincent looked at her shocked and now suspisious. But he pushed those aside for later. He picked Sky up, along with her diary and the book she had been reading. She was from another place, another planted, maybe even demention, and that rung through his head like a curse, but he still liked her, maybe even more then before, even pitying her. He layed her down, careful to cover her, and watched as she slept peacfully, her white hair, still having streaks of bloody pink in it, playing around her face. He couldn't help himself, so he bent down and kissed her on the lips softly, and she responded in her sleep. Vincent smiled a little, before setting the books down on the table.

Vincent went into the study to put his book away when he looked over at where the dairy had fallen and saw a picture. He picked it up, it was a picture of a happy Sky, a grinning boy, Eric, and a smiling woman, Erica. He smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, Eric, Erica, I will take good care of her." He went and put the picture in her dairy again before going to his coffin and laying down, ready to let sleep take him, he didn't wait long, and found himself living in Sky's memories.

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