Dear Diary,
I’m scared. Daddy just had to rush mama to the hospital. She was fine a while ago! We was just out on the terrace watering the flower boxes when all of a sudden, she just collaspes (sorry, still working on that word). I had to find mama’s cell phone to call daddy. He wasn’t happy that I called him while he was working, but when I told him mama wasn’t waking up, he stopped whatever he was doing and came home and took her to the hospital. After he took her to the hospital, he came back home. That’s when things got….really bad...I tried to explain to him that I don’t know why mama fell on the terrace! I really did, but he wouldn’t listen. Just kept yelling and--and hitting me. Saying it was my fault that she was in the hospital. I...I don’t know why he thought that. Anyways, now I’m in the bathroom trying to heal myself. My back left hoof hurts. My right wing is bruised. My eye is swollen and I’m sure I lost a tooth or two.
Update: Daddy went back to the hospital like nothing was wrong. He left me here again. I haven't eaten yet, though I’m sure I’ll manage. Also, I just realized I never remember to space my paragraphs in you, Diary. Sorry about that! Anyways, I’m probably gonna make a sandwich and chips for my dinner. If we got any soda, that’ll work too. I know it’s not the “healthiest” of stuff, but it’s all I got for now. So to sum it up, I’m sore. I’m hungry. I’m scared. Pray for me diary.
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 6)
P.S.: Dad’s gonna be gone for a while...I think my neighbor can let me crash at her place for a bit.
I get a feel for where this is going and I like the concept. It’s intriguing. Scary for the poor subject of the stories, it reminds me of a book called ‘the Color Purple,’ which I recommend if you have not read that.
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I've read The Color Purple many times (and is one of my favorite books). This story is....honestly dark in the fact that I take inspiration from a situation an old friend was in (may she rest in happiness). While she never kept a diary, she would tell me of these things. And I did help her as best I could...until I couldn't anymore....
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Geez. I’m sorry to hear that ._.
I believe that when we ‘go home’, all our burdens are released, no matter how we pass. I’m certain she’s smiling on you, and proud that you are remembering her in such an important way.
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I feel confident that she is. She was a good girl. It also helped that I had been toggling over for well over a year now.
Because he's an asshole!
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Yeah....yeah he is.
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Ooh, I love that book.
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As do I.