Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia
Author's Note: I remember writing this in the middle of maths and getting scolded by my teacher. *snerk* As always R&R!
The Journal Entry
...And in the darkness of the night, there came a blood curdling cry. A cry that of a child. It was a terrifying scream of pain that only darkness could dare swallow. And although the scream was young, the child not, for he was my wounded brother, the Just King of Narnia.
And so his cries did carry on, and for weeks on end he suffered. The medicine he was taking soon wasn't enough. All the kingdom had lost spirit, it gives even me sad hopes.
Lucy sat down her quill pen and looked out her window at the Zetopia garden, watching the petals slowly close, stopping the release of heavenly scents. She dipped her pen in the black ink, writing another note in her diary.
I'm afraid to go to the gardens, because I know if I do I will find what I don't want to see. It brings to many memories of him. I was stupid not to bother stopping them from going...
Her pen stopped. Dare she write more? She took a deep breath.
Edmund is now in what I have displeasure in calling the 'calm stage'. He has already been through the suffering, then the healing, now he is calm. It's hard to look at him, at death's door yet not caring weather it is opened or not.
He now doesn't flinch when a doctor touches his stomach, or cries out when he begins to bleed. He hardly shows any emotions nowdays, just sitting in his bed, looking out the window toward the sea.
I'm sure he hopes for the end to come soon, to take him away...
Lucy paused a moment, fluttering her eyelashes quickly to hold back tears.
Every morning I go in to check on him, and he will turn his head to me and say that he loves me. I tell him I love him too. Then he will smile and tell me "Love you more"
And when it comes time for me to leave the room, I cry. And pray to Aslan Edmund won't hear me.