Jamila

Chapter 12

I quietly stand up from my bed.I'm tired of being silent.I have to say something but not in words.No,I am

 writing in my diary.I go to my locker and my roommates seem confused.That's when I dig through my 

clothes and reveal my most prized possession.It was dark blue with 2 green stripes and a powerful lock on 

it.It could be easily mistaken for a jotter.I'm not a fan of pink diaries that are fluffy.I like keeping things 

simple.I go up to my bed and place it there.I couldn't write in it now.Not with all my roommates staring at 

me.They would question me and know the truth.The very unbelievable but painful truth.

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They are all asleep.I fold my covers,sit up,get my diary and pour my heart out in it.I write with my sweaty 

and shaky hands while I cry.No words could describe how much I didn't want to be here.When I couldn't 

write any more,I fling my head onto my pillow and start crying myself to sleep.Then I sit up in shock.I 

remember something that I had forgot.Who saved me from my asthma attack anyway?.Was it Jon?.It 

couldn't be Jon.Or was it?.It starts to rain.I love rain.It symbolizes sadness but I like it.It clams the 

down.The soft pitter patter on my window rocks me to sleep.It reminds me of my room.Where I sleep alone

 with no teddy bears.Just books,my reading table and my laptop.And those colorless walls which got 

stained with blood,once.