Dear diary,

Hi I guess? I’m new to this whole diary thing. My name is Luca Grey, my therapist recommended it, she thinks it will help me let go of all my feelings after the incident, she wants me to write about it but I’m pretty sure it’s just so she can read it and then through me in a psych ward, she already thinks I’m crazy. No one believes me they think I’m lieing for attention, but why would I lie about such horrible things?

It was dark and gloomy the night of the incident, the kind of night where you worry something will go wrong, it was around midnight and I couldn’t sleep so I went for a stroll in the forest on the back of my property, it is technically private property but locals sometimes pass through the trails that are there. It used to belong to my father but when he passed it went to me.

I was near the old fallen red wood tree I used to play on as a boy, when I heard something behind me. It sounded like a low growl, I assumed it was just a stray dog as we get them a lot in my area, the ‘feral’ family’s usually just dump them or let their dogs roam around at night.

I turned around just to check but nothing was there and I couldn’t hear anything so I quietly kept walking, but then I heard a rustle in the bushes, it was dark and I couldn’t really see anything threw the shrub.

But then all at once it happened, I was attacked.

I felt someone grab me from behind, they swung their arms around my neck like they wanted to strangle me, I struggled trying to make sense of what was happening, I saw a dog like creature come out the bushes in front of us, it had long fangs and was huge compared to a normal dog, its coat was shaggy and its eyes glowed a eerie yellow, the creature had a scar across its face, and looked like a wolf on steroids. The person kept hold of me as I struggled, they were covered head to toe, and slowly slid their hand I’ve my mouth and nose, I couldn’t see them. All I could see was the wolf creature as I slowly lost my focus and blacked out.

I woke early the next day to find myself back at home on the porch, my clothes were gone, and my neck was bruised. I called the police to alert them about the attack but all they did was laugh at me like it was a joke.

I tried telling them ‘what if a child had gone out there? And what if they were attacked? Would you still be laughing?’ Buy they kept insisting it was just a fools lie for attention, they claimed it was because I lived alone and didn’t interact with anyone much, other than your occasional shopping trip, or stroll down the woods.

Day 2

Dear diary,

Does this get easier? The ‘dear diary’ I feel like an even bigger fool every time I pick this up. It’s been three weeks since my last entry so now my lovely therapist is giving my prompts or questions to write about, her first question is about my friends and family. Or so she wrote ‘Try writing about the people you lived with or know, introduce them and tell us about them’

She wants me to start with my family so here it goes.

I’ll start with my dad, his name was Benjamin Grey, he was always there for me, he raised me by himself on his property, he was an engineer and a great one too. He owned his own business and worked from home in our garage. He was kind and gentle, one think I remember is he loved animals, I used to joke and say if he wasn’t an engineer he’d probably be a zookeeper or something, he used to check on the baby birds in our front yard every day, he even left food and water out for them to make sure they never went hungry.

My mum died when I was about 3, I dint remember her very well I know her name was Grace and that her eyes sparkled like mine because everyone used to tell me they did. Grandma used to tell me I was a splitting image of her even with my butch cheeks. But people grow old, my family have all sinced past, I didn’t have many childhood friends, only one and she was a girl, her name was Lou I remember her having red curly hair and freaked cheeks, she wore these red framed glasses and had buck teeth that stuck out the front of her mouth, we practically did everything together. We taught ourselves how to skip rocks down at the beach during winter and swam there during the summer, we used to climb trees and build forts in the forest, but she moved away just after I turned 13 and neither of us had many other friends since it was only a small town.

There were a few other kids, Teddy for example but he was a few years old then us. We did hang out sometimes he taught us how to tie knots for our forts, but he got a job and went on to study. Then there was Brianna and Julie, they were twin sisters who pretty much did everything together and dressed the exact same I could never tell them apart, they also weren’t very outdoorsy they preferred staying inside were it was clean. There was also Luke but he was about 4 years younger than me, so we didn’t hang much because it just felt more like I was babysitting and I wasn’t up for that.

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