“There was never a prophecy, it was all a lie” “What” I breathed out. My whole life was based around that prophecy. It was real. It had to be. “I know what your thinking” she continued. “We needed a way to train you, to get you away from your family” “My family must have been better than this” I spit back at her. “It wasn’t” she replied. “They were, are terrible people. Do you know how many they’ve killed to get their way. Anyone who blocks their path dies and you would have to” “No” I shake my head “your lying” “I assure you I am not. I’m sorry you had to learn this way, but it’s true. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and get over it. Move on. Even if the prophecy was real, it would have all ended at some point”
And there she was. A heartbroken brunette who only exists in your memories. She had been gone for a while and you thought you had gotten over her. But you were wrong. She was only hidden in the back of your mind and just a single thought made the memories come rushing back. And now you were the heartbroken one
Alana
Dear diary, today my teacher was found dead at the park near the school. They said she had suffered from multiple cuts and suffocation. I hope they figure out who did it soon. They’re not letting us go back to school until it is solved, they don’t want anyone else to be targeted. I feel bad for her family, they can’t just have a funeral right away. They have to wait until after they solve the case. It wasn’t like she had died from disease or old age, she was murdered. That much is clear. I have to go now, my mom is calling me for dinner. Signing off, Alana
Corbin
Hello diary, They found the body, I’m surprised they took so long. Apparently calling in sick for 20 days with the exact same words each time isn’t suspicious. Idiots. Maybe she would have suffered a better fate if she hadn’t refused to let me retake that test. No matter how many times I explained to her how much trouble I was going to get in for getting a C, she just didn’t listen. Well you know what they say, curiosity killed the cat. She was the one curious enough to walk to the park to see the “snapping turtles”. They weren’t even there in the first place, just a clever ploy to get her there. Anyways I have to get going, got to get rid of the murder weapon.
Alana
Dear diary, the figured out who killed her. My teacher I mean. I just can’t believe it, my best friend killed my teacher… my best friend. That’s right, my best friend Corbin was found guilty of the murder of Mrs. Jones. They marched right into his backyard and took him. I can’t believe this. Signing off, Alana
Corbin
Hello diary, I don’t have much time. I’m afraid they’ve found the evidence. I’m screwed this is my last entry before I burn you. Maybe I’ll get let off if they don’t find this. I have to get the door, my friend Alana is here. She doesn’t now. Goodbye for the last time.
I have read every book. I know what they all say, what they’re about, all the authors. I don’t need to read them to know. I know where they all go in the library, the exact place, the exact inch. I have never put them away wrong. I would rather be one of the characters from the books, carefree and able to choose my profession. But I was made to be a librarian. There is not much crime in the world now, no need for cops. Nobody defies, we are made to listen, made to follow. They say we are made with a sense of purpose, but we aren’t. I would feel much more useful if I could pick my profession. Those who try are arrested and eventually killed. They say they wanted the world to be different than how it used to be, but if they kill those who something different, isn’t that crime too? We cannot say these things aloud, for there are recording devices everywhere. In this world, one can only dream.
