Diary Of Innocence (Entry 3)

Dearest diary,1

I'm sorry that I haven't written. It's been quite a long time. I have been to "sick" to. Yes, "sick" again. That's what the Devil says anyway; even said it to Ms. McJay, my dance teacher. She called worried about me. Devil said I was "sick". Of course that's all it was. A little cold or flu. Mother doesn't stop it. She thinks that if I'm always "sick", she won't have to be. Nonetheless, the bruise will fade in time. Most of them have already disappeared. Hopefully I will be joining the human race in a day or two. The bite mark thankfully won't leave a scar. Now it's just an ugly green-black bruise. Hurts like Hell, but six painkillers seem to do the trick. 2

Seems as though, I never sleep. I can't for the life of me remember a time that I have slept through the night. My kitten, Night Duchess, is growing bigger each day. She is helping me through these rough times. I love her more than I have loved anyone; since, my father. I miss him so. I would sell my soul to have him back here with me. I am selfish. I know. But I can't help it. Goodnight dearest diary. I shall write again soon.3

~K4