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Two years ago, written in an old diary long since abandoned Day 3211 of journal keeping. Cloudy day.
I did it! I managed to work up the courage to talk to her! She has the most luxurious white hair, and her voice is so sweet it makes me want to hear it all night long.
I asked her if she could help me with helping the people in the slums district. I would have asked her to help me with the chores at home, but tomorrow's a festival and mother and the other ladies will be working on customers all night. And as mother says, a brothel is no place to bring a young lady unless you wish to be alone forever.
Day 3212 of journal keeping. Sunny Day. Festival!
Today was by far the most fun I have had in ages! We went to the fair instead of going to the slums. I wasn't comfortable around the people but I was with her! She dances so gracefully, every boy danced with her as I ate. I was scared when the new young omnipotent one came in and danced with her, but he just danced like the rest of us and left. But why do I feel so.. strangely sad that I didn't and he did?
*A shaky hand writes on this tear soaked page*Day 3212. Journal. Rain.
Today
he killed her she was taken from me..
Why did he take her I was running with her, she said we should skip chores and do something fun.. Chores are fun.
He took her We were running through the slums where I usually help old lady Maggie tend to her vegitables.. We nearly trampled all of them..
So much blood We went through an alley way.. the young omnipotent one was there with his father's brute..
Why not me instead? He pinned her to the house beside him like most boys my age did to girls they liked.. why didn't I try this before him.. And he asked her for a kiss.. she said no
Why did she have to die? I tried to speak up and tell him she was with me.. because we were both playing.. but it felt like I meant more than that.. And____ he had the man cut her.. Open.. She was screaming in pain as he did it. Everything inside came out... then her blood.. was everywhere. And her hair... the beautiful white stained.. a beautiful red.
Day 3213 Journal Entry. Rain.
Today, I begin my reading on the comprehension of magic in hopes to be trained by an omnipotent one. I hope mother is all right. The tenants have been rough with the women as of late and I simply have no time to clean anymore.
*Scribbled at the bottom of the page in blood*This blood shall represent my hatred. My envy. My love. The pain reminds me of her.