Emily's entry diary

Date: 1988

The night fell.

"It's been weeks"

I let a small sigh escape my lips as they tremble.

"It's been weeks since I have seen the light. Its been weeks since I smiled. It's been weeks since I-"

I stop myself knowing that if I don't, I could go on forever.

"I could hear all the cheers outside" I said as envy started to engulf me.

I sigh again this time it was different. I had finally accepted the truth.

"They forgot about me, haven't they?" I wish I had something else to say about someone I haven't seen in weeks. But I don't have anything else to say. The truth is, there wasn't anything good to say. The night started to fall deep as I laid my head on the floor. Waiting for a new dawn.

I woke up.

"It should be a full moon tonight". "As long as my mother sees that an insignificant child like me is not to be chosen maybe she'd set me free." I hoped. Yet deep in my heart was burdened by the thought of what I shall do if I'm to be chosen. I try to forget the thought, yet I can't escape the haunts.

I always wonder what I have done In my past life that is so tragic for me to be punished by god this harshly.

"If that's what it's based on, I must have committed a sinful crime." I let a small chuckle followed by a soft sigh escape my lips.

Almost as if I'm being chocked, yet there isn't anyone in this room. So what is this feeling?

The Start

Emily's entry diary

Date: 1989

Today Is a day which I hope can break my fear.

"Yes, I was rhyming but That's the only thing I can do to try and keep my mentality."

I can't remember clearly the first day of my arrival in this horrid place.

I observed the foggy area that could be seen. Wishing for even the slightest escape route that can give me some hope of survival.

I have been locked here for longer then I can remember.

I lay on the ground bringing my knees in close and hugging them to bring comfort to myself. Suddenly out of the bloom a sudden click clack was to be heard. My heart stiffened. My eyes froze hoping it was my imagination. It wasn't.

The door creaked. Revealing the face of someone I wish I didn't meet. She chuckled softly yanking me by the arm and hugging me.

The memory of her whispering the sins she was about to commit as she stood there with her blood red locks covering her dark black eyes. Her skin as clear as a shattered mirror. Her face, a face that has never been able to escape my mind. Has returned. More vivid now.

"We're have you been?" She said with a shaking voice.

I shrugged hoping to leave her curious.

"My sweet child how I messed your presence." She answered unbothered.

I couldn't help but feel a lump growing in my throat.

"Me too" a shiver went down my spine.

𝗠𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼.

I know I shouldn't lie, but part of me. The messing part. Is wishing things didn't turn out this way. Wishing that the memories we had were still there. Of course that is just wishful thinking. I think...

I can no longer tell the difference between the truth and the lies as they both are the same to me. They both are something that I wish to escape. Something I hoped I didn't need to deal with.

Lost

Emily's entry diary

Dare: 1990

The night froze deep. The shackles restricted my movement. They almost felt like a second layer of skin. It clutched to my legs and arms, and lastly my neck.

I have always been this type of person that has always been very cheerful, will. I chuckle. I guess I forgot what it was like. To have no trouble. No woes. No struggle. Yet I can't help but feel a little bit of hope.

It didn't last, but it was certainly something. I sigh.

I not in a decade- no not in a million years would I have imagined myself like this.

Suddenly I heard a clack click.

The blurry surroundings was all I could see from the window, as I got closer there was no sudden movement. No sound it was like I was now part of a still perfect painting with no freedom just rules to follow. The women in a fancy red dress suddenly entered. Welcoming me with a measly smile and the adged man in black stared at me with disgust.

I froze unsure of what to do next. No words could be heard. It was silent.

The women in read laughed softly and pulled me by the chain.

I woke up.

"This dream again." I sigh.

"How much longer will it take till I can have a day where I can sleep peacefully".

I just want my life back. Want my smile. Want to enjoy the feeling of being entrapped by heat as the suns arrays touch my skin. Warming me up gradually, as I ran across the fields with freedom and most importantly a painted smile on my face. That could be spotted from all corners of my face.

The Beggining

I sat still hoping for at least a little bit of freedom.

Remembering my childhood.

“Oh, what a great time that was.” I let another sigh escape my lips softly.

No worry, no woes, no nothing. Only the freedom that I wished for. The freedom I needed.

The freedom other children my age could experience. The thing I envied most.

That was the last time I spoke.

The year 2008

Dear diary,

The day begins. How you may ask? Well, I was woken up by the tiresome sound of ringing in my ears.

Ah, I’m pretty sure no one in the world likes the sound of your alarm ringing in the morning.

I mean who decided it was a good idea to create such a small thing that echoes every morning.

At least it wakes me up so I’m not late for work.

I think I’m talking way to much. I mean i could go on for hours on hours explaining my hate towards alarms, but I’d rather not.

Anyways, I (like every other day) woke up brushed my teeth and all that boring stuff that I’m too lazy and tired to explain. Eventually, after like an hour I was ready. And guess what?

I couldn’t find my car keys. It’s the 5th time this week for gods sake. It’s starting to get on my nerves, but I can only blame myself and my half functioning memory.

Anyways, after that I headed to work In my black, broken down car, if you can even call it that, and started to find my way to my destination to the detective head quarters. Like I mentioned before I finally got my badge!

You couldn’t even imagine the joy on my face when my supervisor broke the news to me. I have been in airing for the moment we’re I finally could hold the small little badge with my name imprinted on it “Sara Thomson”.

Who would have known that such a small item could hold such deep meaning to a person.

There I go again blabbering about something no one is interested in, so it’s been like....

Uh, two or three weeks since I got the promotion. I can’t really remember.

And I’m so happy today. I got my first case, but there’s a problem it’s from the 1880s and hasn’t been solved yet in the smallest bit.

So for now I’m just going to focus on finding background information on missing cases that were solved during that time.

The case I’m trying to solve is about a missing person called Emily Johnson.

Until we talk again.

Good night diary.