Death in a Number of Pages
A diary I had to write for a project, a stimulus for a play.
Dear Diary,
Sleep eludes me and when I do sleep it is of screams that echo around dark walls, the sound never fading, continuing as if everlasting. So I dare not let my eyes droop. It happened again today the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach as I realized what was happening, how do I stop this? My life depends upon the actions of bravery and how am I to be sure I won’t back out once the real danger is here? For surely I cannot!
If this perilous journey continues I am afraid that I will lose heart and begin to fade therefore never being of any help to the cause. I have vowed that no matter how hard the fight may be I will help my friends to restore the future, if it the last thing I should do in this life, then so be it. I have known, ever since I first saw the casket, that some sacrifices must be made to ensure that it is laid to rest in a holy place where, no matter how many may try, no- one will ever find it again, not without consequences.
I should burn this page as soon as I am finished writing it, but I cannot bring myself to destroy it, it is like one piece of me, a piece I cannot harm. So instead I shall bury it where no- one think to look.
If anyone should find it then they must be aware of what dangers come with the secret that will unfurl along with this entry. I would not wish the fate of a reader be as troublesome as my own.
I will die soon, I can feel it, so let there be heed for all those who listen to the secrets of the ring, ye must be either foolhardy or pure and brave of heart. I doubt wholly that either option could save you now
Rosalind Dicentra
Sleep eludes me and when I do sleep it is of screams that echo around dark walls, the sound never fading, continuing as if everlasting. So I dare not let my eyes droop. It happened again today the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach as I realized what was happening, how do I stop this? My life depends upon the actions of bravery and how am I to be sure I won’t back out once the real danger is here? For surely I cannot!
If this perilous journey continues I am afraid that I will lose heart and begin to fade therefore never being of any help to the cause. I have vowed that no matter how hard the fight may be I will help my friends to restore the future, if it the last thing I should do in this life, then so be it. I have known, ever since I first saw the casket, that some sacrifices must be made to ensure that it is laid to rest in a holy place where, no matter how many may try, no- one will ever find it again, not without consequences.
I should burn this page as soon as I am finished writing it, but I cannot bring myself to destroy it, it is like one piece of me, a piece I cannot harm. So instead I shall bury it where no- one think to look.
If anyone should find it then they must be aware of what dangers come with the secret that will unfurl along with this entry. I would not wish the fate of a reader be as troublesome as my own.
I will die soon, I can feel it, so let there be heed for all those who listen to the secrets of the ring, ye must be either foolhardy or pure and brave of heart. I doubt wholly that either option could save you now
Rosalind Dicentra
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