If she was your little girl then why...
Was it you could never see her.
When her face was streaked with tears how could you not hear her cries.
When you were right next to her.
Spiteful words seem to lead her to this.
Trying to talk to any one besides me only left her more divested.
I know all secrets.
Containing those tormenting confessions that if...
I had a heart would surely shatter at those pleas for help.
Although a smile was always worn and the part played perfectly,
you could never deceive me.
Always the demons would torture...
Causing the tempest inside to cast out and began to manifest into reality.
Till she could no longer bear it.
So she waited till no one would be around, Playing the role perfect over the years.
The tool she would use is worn form previous use...
Although this time it will be her last for her.
Now I await her parents with a message she left like all the times before.
My body is soaked with her blood as it still flows.
Glowing dimmer till a light shade of blue covers her once living flesh.
Nothing moved...
Not a sound through the house till they arrived.
They call out and went to see where she could be.
Their daughter with closed eyes forever more.
There it`s hard to say whether it`s better...
Or worse...
it`s any ones guess.
As they and the police cleaned and searched the room for clues.. they found me and the last entry that read"To those that read this. I could no longer endure the pain so hopefully this will take it away.So farewell I bid you and all, and this world.." The rest could not be read for the blood had made the ink smear.
I was the dairy she kept...
and from me they truly came to see their little girl.
In the end the Diary confesses.
