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Dear dia..
To whomever this might concern.Lets try again with a simple; Hello
You have, unfortunartely, become my journal. You are not the prettiest, but you are still good enough for your purpose; to let my thougths get down on paper. I must just hope that noone finds you.
You have an elegant bookmark attached to you. Maybe you were made by one who wish he was rich?
I think I will call you Vanessa. That way it will feel like I am just writing a letter instead of actually just writing in a book, it will make me feel less insane than what I am afraid I am becoming.
I got my hands on you by help from the milkboy who comes by with fresh milk every morning. I hope for God's sake that he havent been caught afterwards. I gave him a cake for you.. It is rather ridicolous what people will do for sweets, when sweets does nothing good for you other than give you a sweet taste in your mouth for a few moments.
You have, unluckily, become my journal, and are probably curious as to what will be written in you. Curious as to whom I might be. It may be with a lot of lifted eyebrows, headshakes and thoughts about if I am an insane person, that you get trough my story and feel it on your own rough paper.
But all of it is true.
By God I swear.
It all started about one and a half year ago, when I had been out on a vacation with my family. I had gotten a bit to curious about some poisonous flowers, as poison and flowers are one of my big hobbies, and before I knew of it he stood there, right in front of me.
The reminder about the mask he wore, the seductive aura he gave of of him, gave him an exotic look in the whole. Like a gypsy.
The surroundings seemed to dissappear around me, the sounds fated away, only to be able to hear this beautiful violinplay.
I have never heard a violinplay like it before.
I was young, and very stupid, as I followed this stranger with the mask, trough the forest, trough hidden paths, I remember we had just came out of the forest, then it blackened for my eyes.
I dont know what happend, if I simply fainted, fell asleep or got kicked out. Nor did I know how long time I had been away. But when I woke up I immediatley felt trapped.
Something was surrounding my neck, and someone had tied my arms and leg. I was so confused when I looked up, only to find him. The man with the mask, he was obviously smiling, as he bowed down to me, with a slow whisper, a whisper I still remember in my nightmares.
"Do you wish to die like this, or do you want to live, my boy~?"
Of course I chose to live, who wouldnt? Of course you want to live as long you can. But at the same moment I had answered him with a low.
" I want to live.. "
In that very moment I head a sharp sound of a knife, I looked up, just as I realized what I was trapped in;
A guillotine..!
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..The journal page stops here as Caleb hears footsteps outside his door. Hastily he hides away the journal and ink.
Caleb, have somehow managed to get a journal/logbook, which he is beginning to write in to keep his sanity. The book itself is heavy, tied together in leather, while the pages are old and yellow of age.
As often he can he will take forward the journalbook in the mornings, or nights, and write about his thoughts and feelings, memories and stuff like that.
Caleb Fox belongs to me.
Caleb, have somehow managed to get a journal/logbook, which he is beginning to write in to keep his sanity. The book itself is heavy, tied together in leather, while the pages are old and yellow of age.
As often he can he will take forward the journalbook in the mornings, or nights, and write about his thoughts and feelings, memories and stuff like that.
Caleb Fox belongs to me.
© 2012 - 2024 Hachitaki
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*glomps* : 3 You finally posted it!! I love it so much~ Caleb is such a good character 