Diary Of A Dead Girl

Black crows flew through the dark night sky, stars bright and shining through the window. Writing with a pen filled with her own blood, the ink easily spreading on her diary's page. Explaining things that happened to her, things that should have happened to anyone else but her.1

Dying roses in the vase next to her bed, fallen peddles on the floor. The break of dawn not to be seen for hours more, waiting for the cold to end. All the colors seem to fade away, wanting to see the day once again. If their was a chance of living again, she would take it in a heart beat. But at last her heart beats no more.2

Frozen to the bone, the night grows darker and more silent for each passing second. The ones she loved, turned their backs long ago. She did what had to be done for them. Everything slipping away from her grasp, only shattered pieces remain of her black soul. her memories fading away and emptiness falls upon her stone heart.3

Tears of cold loneliness dripping off her face, dropping the pen which breaks once it hits the floor. Red staining the wooden floor. Knocking at her door is something she has been waiting for a long time. Opening the door, a man in tattered clothing came to view. 4

The man is named Sam Oleo, the prince of darkness who was banished for all eternity once he told his forbidden love with her. With Ivory. His skin as blue as the morning sky would be, as she once remembered. Thousands of years she has been waiting for him to show and now here he is, ready to reclaim what belongs to him.5

But to his sorrow, only her dead body lays there. Her ghost watching him walk over to her diary. Soon, he realized how fresh the blood on the page was but knowing the Ivory has been dead for sometime. Seeing that this dairy that is now in his hand was in fact written by her. The thing that puzzled him the most was, how can the dead write?6

This he knew for sure, it was the dairy of his lover, of a dead girl everybody forgotten in time....7