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Sora's Journal
moon_stone
Day 1: Today was another work day... Father made me carry the heavy buckets again. Sometimes I wonder why he hates me so much. He blames me for mother's death.. I just wish I could show him It wasn't my fault, and that I miss her as much as he does. Father's calling me again, I should go... I'll write tomorrow. Day 2: Father punished me again today. He yelled  really mean things to me.. The cut on my ack gets bigger and bigger each day. I wish mother was here. I need to go to bed, I'll write later. Day 3: Today was terrible. Father beat me too much, he went to far... My brother, Rain, died today. Father killed him... And beat me... I can no longer speak. I try and try, but nothing comes out. Im going to run away, I want to get away from this. Get away from Father... So I cant be hurt... I'll take mother's crystal daggar, I'll hide it from Father and I'll run away tonight. I'll miss my home, I might even miss my father... but I have to leave.... Day 4: Father cought me trying to leave!!! He cought me and he's going to kill me, he's going to- *The last line of the page is scribbled and there are drops of blood on the page* Day 5: I escaped, though I'm injured. Im soaked in blood, and I was nearly killed. Im glad Im alright, my father, he tried to kill me with mother's daggar. I dont care aymore. Im staying away from everyone, I cant speak. I dont trust anyone anymore. I dont want to be here.... though something tells me to stay here. Something, something keeps holding me back from getting out of this terrible place. Im tired, It's getting dark. *multiple pages are skipped* *there is no Day number or date* It's been years since I wrote in this journal. I finally regained my voice yesterday, though It's hard to speak even now. Im fourteen now. I had a run in with an undead, and Im afraid he left me scarred. My eyes are now a light grey. I don't know what the undead did to me. I have't spoken to anyone for many years. I hide my face all the time. I am invisible. *More pages are skipped and there is yet again no date* Im now eighteen. I learned how to use a sword, and am apparently quite good at it. Ive been traveling since I was five now. My father is still alive, I just found out yesterday. I hate that man. I HATE HIM!!!!!!!! I.. don't know what to do.. I made a friend last month... she died in my arms, last week. I plan to travel anywhere... Anywhere to get away from these memories. Though I am sure they will haunt me for many more years. I may never write in this journal again. -Sora