Chapter I
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Palm trees, cold breeze brushing off his skin. The visible blood on his leg along with the invisible gravely pain were making him shiver. His legs were not able to walk anymore. Still he kept pushing himself that he can do it. He takes a stop when his eyes falls at the park. Slowly he proceeds to walk to the swing where he sat himself down. He looks at the pain he got while running from the bullies. He reminded himself going home like this will just make everything worse. He folded his pants up to see it more clear. Taking his water bottle out of his bag he began pouring it down until the pain comes off. The dripping water made it more unbearable. He couldn't shout and yet the sadness was shown on his face . He clenched his fist holding himself from crying. He was strong to deal with something like this. They say the only thing to remove pain is pain itself. The more you get hurt the more used to you become. After cleaning off the leg he unfolded it to wash off the blood from his pants. It was a good thing that he didn't wear shorts today. Otherwise, he couldn't have hide it from his dad.
It was already late and he knew he was going to get scold again. He got up to take his bag but an awful sound was heard. The park was empty the whole time and there's no way it can come from here. Mathew wasn't scared of it. He simply started walking ignoring what he just heard.
Coming home he took the muddy shoes off instantly hiding it behind his back. With trembling hands he opened the door and with a husky voice he screamed,'' Mom I am home. '' There was a silence and it was the first time Mathew experienced it. The Morris's never keeps the door open and they never leave the house empty. Matthew's bag fell down as he rushed to his mom's bedroom to check. There was no one in the house. Mathew wasn't afraid of being alone. The only tension in his mind was about the safety of his mom. The living room's phone ranged as Mathew leapt thinking it might be his dad. He immediately went to pick it up. ''Hello..'' his voice was rusty. '' Mathew'' it was the sound of a woman. ''Aunty Lisa?'' Mathew was happy to hear her voice since she wasn't the one he expected. '' Is everything okay? Where's mom? '' A cloud of sadness covers his face when he realizes. ''Well..'' on the other side of the telephone Aunt Lisa is confused of what to tell to the little boy. She looks at the bed in the hospital Matthew's mother is resting. There were nurses applying medicine to her bruises. She takes a breath while Mathew is the on the line waiting and hoping for good. '' She got hurt so I took her to the hospital.'' Matthew's heart started racing. His breath was heavy and fast. Aunty Lisa could sense it. '' Mathew it's gonna be okay. '' She tries to give him some big false hopes. '' Are you alone? '' She asked scared. Mathew takes a look at the living room which is always so noisy has become a quiet place. He replies,'' Yeah. Dad's not here. '' '' I guessed '' Aunt Lisa replies disappointed. ''Listen Mathew'' Mathew concentrates keeping his gaze off the ripped couch. '' Yes Aunt Lisa''' '' Lock the doors and don't open unless it's someone you know. The foods in the fridge and if you need something just call me I will bring it when I come home and...'' Before she could finish Matthew asks '' When are you coming?'' Aunt Lisa still looking at Matthew's mother and holding her hand, forcing a smile she replies, ''Hope dear it's not gonna take long. I will come by in the evening.'' Mathew asks again hesitating, '' Is dad coming? ''Aunt Lisa's face turns pale as she sighs angrily '' I don't think so. '' Her voice softens saying, '' Matt be safe and remember what I told you. '' Mathew affirms while Aunt Lisa hung up. Mathew knows how it happened, how his mom ended up in the hospital. It wasn't a new thing for him and it wasn't possible for him to do anything, to help his mom. There was a awful quiet sadness flowing in the house. Water drops dripping from his eyes. He got angry knowing he can't be weak like this. Storming he walks to the door and remembering what Aunt Lisa told, he locked it. He kneels down to grab his bag where his things had fallen off on the floor. He must have forgotten to close the chain at the park. He puts the things in his bag but something brought attention to his eyes while he stood up astonished looking at it. He walked forward and took it, looking at it bewildered. For a moment he was shocked. The diary oddly looked radically new. Like someone had cleaned off the dirt from it. He reached his bedroom where keeping his things down he laid down on his bed to read it.
The moment he opens it he smelt a strange odour. He felt a familiar presence knowing they was no one in that room. A chilling in the air brings goosebumps on his body. He avoids the peculiar things happening around him and tries to focus on the writing. The handwriting was cursive but yet beautifying. The ink expressed a lot in the first chapter . It was like the words were bleeding on the pages.
The diary:
'' I know people misjudge me when I say I am evil. I don't blame them because my best friend thinks the same. People has always been judging me including the boy I just mentioned. He never raised his head to look at me, not even once. So what am I supposed to do? I had to do the thing to bring his attention to me that is, removing the competition out of my way.
I know some things, they give me a certain power and with the help of that magic whatever you call it I did something. Don't be scared. It's not like I killed her. I just put her off to sleep. Just for a few days. I couldn't take the risk of him seeing her again so I ruined it. Ruined what could've been seen, what could've been heard. She's now like a porcelain doll which says nothing and has the face people disgust. Now, you can say I am evil. Because now, it makes perfect sense. ''
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