Prologue – Part 10

Merlot: I changed my mind. Let’s go back.

Chantilly Lace: We’re here now. You can do this. I’m right here with you.

Merlot: Okay… let’s do this.

Victoria: Oh look, it’s Merlot, and he’s brought another friend…

Victoria: What do you want?

Merlot:  Hey… Vic. I know you probably don’t want to see me, but I need to talk to you.

Victoria: ……..Go on.

Merlot:  Victoria, I don’t know what else to say but I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the mean things I said, and I’m sorry that I hurt you.

Victoria:

Chantilly Lace: *whispers* Keep going…

Merlot: I never should have said those awful things to you. They were horrible and hurtful and you didn’t deserve them. I miss you, Vic, so much. My family doesn’t feel the same with out you, and I know you hate me but-

Victoria: I don’t hate you.

Merlot: You don’t?

Victoria:  No. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. That’s not how family works.

Merlot: I don’t really deserve to be your family. Not after the way I treated you.

Victoria: That’s not how family works.

Merlot: No?

Victoria: There will always ups and downs, but family is never forgotten. Never.

Victoria: Would you like to come in?

Merlot: Oh, I don’t know if we should… Lacey has-

Chantilly Lace: Yes! We’d love to!

Merlot: I guess we can for a little while.

Victoria: I shall start some tea then.

Victoria: I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you around before.

Merlot: Not many have.

Chantilly Lace: I don’t get out much.

Victoria: My name is Victoria, but you probably already know that.

Chantilly Lace: I’m Chantilly Lace, but everyone calls me Lacey.

Victoria: Pleasure to meet you, Chantilly Lace.

Chantilly Lace: Can I use your bathroom? I’ve been holding it since Fondant Fields.

Victoria: Down the stairs. Follow the hallway to the last door.

Chantilly Lace: Thank you! I’ll be right back!

Victoria: New girl I see.

Merlot: Yeah.

Victoria: I’m surprised she is not pink.

Merlot: Oh yeah.. that. 

Victoria: She seems very sweet.

Merlot: She’s amazing.

Victoria: You actually like this girl.

Merlot: I think she might be the one, Vic.

Victoria: No! But your pink princess.

Merlot: She was a fantasy. Lacey is real and so much more than I could have imagined. All I want is to be with her. We don’t even have to be doing anything but sitting there. I feel better when she is around.

Victoria: Sounds like love, but I’m no expert on the subject.

 

Prologue – Part 9

Chantilly Lace: This is so exciting! I’ve never been to a restaurant before!

Merlot: Never?

Chantilly Lace: No, never.

Merlot: We picked a good place then. You can’t find a better burger in town.

Chantilly Lace: They were very kind to let us in. I had no idea there were such rules. No shoes. No shirt. No service… What an odd phrase.

Merlot: Yeah. I never even thought about it. I should have told you to grab some before we left.

Chantilly Lace: I don’t own any.

Merlot: You’re joking?

Chantilly Lace: She says there is no need.

Server: Can I take your order?

Merlot: Yeah, I’ll have the house burger with everything.

Server: And you miss?

Chantilly Lace: The same please.

Server: Drinks?

Merlot: Lemonade.

Chantilly Lace: I would like to try a cream soda please.

Chantilly Lace: What?

Merlot: Huh?

Chantilly Lace: You’re staring.

Merlot: Am I?

Chantilly Lace: You are.

Merlot: I’m sorry, it must be this lighting, but it makes you look terrible.

Chantilly Lace: *giggle*  You are such a goof.

Merlot: Guilty as charged.

Chantilly Lace: I like it.

Merlot: I like you.

Server: Is everything okay here?

Chantilly Lace: Couldn’t be better.

Server: Yeah, okay, great. Let me know if you need anything.

Chantilly Lace: MMMM! Everything is so delicious!

Merlot: Isn’t it?! It’s like my favorite place to eat. Used-ta come here all the time with…

Chantilly Lace: With?

Merlot: It’s not important.

Chantilly Lace: A Girlfriend?

Merlot: What? No. Not a girl friend. She was more like a sister.

Chantilly Lace: A sister?! You have a sister?! Wait… so, you’re aunt has a daughter?

Merlot: No, she doesn’t live with me.

Chantilly Lace: So cryptic. Now I have to know.

Chantilly Lace: You know your secret is safe with me. Who would I tell? My mother?

Merlot: It’s not really a secret… see, when I was in the home, there was a girl a few years older than me. She’d been there since her father’s arrest. I guess the stigma of being a criminals daughter made her unwanted, if you know what I mean.

Chantilly Lace: Oh how sad.

Merlot: And I wasn’t the friendliest kid. Kept to myself most of the time, but Victoria, she never gave up on me. Guess she was as lonely as I was. We became close. Real close…. until… Let’s just say, I hurt her real bad. It took only seconds to destroy everything we had, and we haven’t spoken since.

Chantilly Lace: What could you have possibly said?

Merlot: That we were never family…

Chantilly Lace: Oh, Merlot, how could you?

Merlot: It was stupid and the moment I said it, I regretted it, but it was too late.

Chantilly Lace: You need to apologize.

Merlot: I did, but she wouldn’t listen. Locked the door and never opened it to me again.

Chantilly Lace: No, now.

Merlot: Now? Like right now?

Chantilly Lace: You know where she lives, right?

Merlot: Well yeah…

Chantilly Lace: Then let’s go!!

Merlot: You don’t understand. Victoria is a little… different

Chantilly Lace: Meaning she doesn’t need an apology?

Merlot: Well no.

Chantilly Lace: You said yourself. she was your sister. Don’t you miss her?

Merlot: Of course I do.

Chantilly Lace: We should go. Maybe together we can pull it off.

Merlot: Okay, but when she murders me, spread my ashes in the twizzlerbrook swamp.

Merlot: Together?

Chantilly Lace: Together.

Prologue – Part 8

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vanillla: I don’t understand this new silly obsession with the sunset.

Chantilly Lace: I guess I never realized how beautiful it can be. I’m… planning a painting. I need to experience what it feels like. It brings me joy. Is that dangerous now? Am I no longer aloud to experience joy?

Vaniilla: Lacey, please. It was an honest question.

Chantilly Lace: Oh so sharp! What’s the special occasion?

Merlot: I’m taking you out tonight.

Chantilly Lace: Out… out there!?

Merlot: Mhmm.

Chantilly Lace: But my mother…

Merlot: She’ll never know you’re gone. Maybe together we can pull it off.

Chantilly Lace: Maybe…

 

Prologue – Part 7

Chantilly Lace: I can see why the girls fall for you. You are very charming.

Merlot: Nah, I’m tone deaf and clumsy.

Chantilly Lace: I’ve never been serenaded before. What makes me so special?

Merlot: Everything.

Chantilly Lace: Can we stay like this?

Merlot: For as long as you like… well, until your mother breaks us apart. I feel like she would not appreciate me bein here.

Chantilly Lace: Let’s not think about that right now. We still have a few hours till sunrise.

Chantilly Lace: I had no idea dancing could be so nice.

Merlot: Me either.

Chantilly Lace: I’m sorry for all my squeaky voiced commentary. It must be annoying.

Merlot: Talk my ear off, please, and your voice is adorable.

Chantilly Lace: You think so? Mother says I need to work on my pitch. 

Merlot: Your mother has some ridiculous expectations and standards.

Chantilly Lace: Yes.*sigh* There I go talking about her again.

Merlot: It’s understandable. She’s pretty much your whole life.

Chantilly Lace: Rather depressing when you think about it.

Merlot: Then let’s not.

Chantilly Lace: Deal.

Chantilly Lace: You must be exhausted, staying up all night and then going to school.

Merlot: Huh? Nah, I’m used to it. *Yawn* But maybe I’ll close my eyes for a second.

Chantilly Lace: Just rest, okay? I’ll be here when you wake up.

Merlot: A wonderful thought, for sure.

Chantilly Lace: Hey Merlot?

Merlot: Hmmm?

Chantilly Lace: What are your dreams?

Merlot: My dreams?

Chantilly Lace: Like, what are your aspirations in life? Where do you see yourself in 10-15 years.

Merlot: Oh, I haven’t really given much thought to all that yet… I guess I see myself getting into a good college. Landing a well paying job so I can take care of my aunt. She has given me everything. I feel she kind of deserves that. Other than that, I guess I prefer not knowing the future, you know? What about you?

Chantilly Lace: Me? No, it’s silly…

Merlot: Tell me.

Chantilly Lace: No. You’ll laugh.

Merlot: I won’t. I swear.

Chatilly Lace: You promise?

Merlot: I promise.

Chantilly Lace: Alright. Since I was really little, I have always wanted a big family. Lot’s of kids running around.

Merlot: I think a lot of people have similar aspirations.

Chantilly Lace: Maybe, but from the time I could talk, I have dreamt about being a mom. I took better care of my dolls than I did myself. It sounds weird, but it feels like it was one of the things I am meant to do in this life.

Merlot: It doesn’t sound weird at all.

Chantilly Lace: It’s almost sunrise.

Merlot: Yeah…

Chantilly Lace: I’m starting to dread the day time.

Merlot: How can you not, when the night seems made for us.

Chantilly Lace: I think I miss you a little more each time you go.

Merlot: I know the feeling. I spent half my day thinking about you.

Chantilly Lace: Me too… Will I see you again?

Merlot: Nothing could keep me away.

Merlot: But before I go.

Chantilly Lace: Ahh, no! Merlot! Eep! Lacey, shush. Hahaha *muffled giggles*

Each dawn he goes away. 

Each time I feel the unbearable loneliness of the life I lead.

Prologue – Part 6

Chantilly Lace: Didn’t think I would see you again.

Merlot: You did invite me back?

Chantilly Lace: Yes, but I thought for sure you’d forget me.

Merlot: You kiddin’? I couldn’t if I tried.

Chantilly Lace: Sure is a nice night.

Merlot: Yeah.

Chantilly Lace: I um…

Merlot: *cough*

Chantilly Lace: Oh gosh, this is so awkward. Why wasn’t it awkward before?

Merlot: Not sure. Guess nerves are getting the better of us.

Chantilly Lace: I’ll admit, I’m not much a conversationalist. Not much practice…

Merlot: I don’t have that excuse.

Chantilly Lace: *giggle* Lucky you.

Chantilly Lace: So what’s high school like? Is it as lively as books make it out to be? It must be very exciting to be surrounded by so many peers.

Merlot: It’s all right. School ain’t my favorite place.

Chantilly Lace: Oh I see. What do you like to do?

Merlot: I’m kind of a home body. Not as much as you, but if I had a choice, I’d be home vegging out.

Chantilly Lace: Vegging out?

Merlot: Watchin TV.

Chantilly Lace: Oh. We don’t have one of those.

Merlot: So you’ve never watched TV?

Chantilly Lace: No. Mother says it rots your brain.

Merlot: Well, she may not be wrong. 

Merlot: What about you?

Chantilly Lace: I paint.

Merlot: That’s right. I think I saw one of your projects the night I… broke in.

Chantilly Lace: Yes.

Merlot: It must be nice. I don’t have a creative bone in my body.

Chantilly Lace: I’m sure that’s not true.

Merlot: I’m better at breaking things.

Chantilly Lace: Can I ask you something else about school?

Merlot: You can ask me anything.

Chantilly Lace: Have you ever gone to prom?

Merlot: A few times.

Chantilly Lace: A few?! You must be a good dancer.

Merlot: I’m okay.

Chantilly Lace: Could you teach me?

Merlot: To dance? Sure.

Merlot: There’s not much to it. You just move your move feet and rock your hips a bit. It’s easier with music.

Chantilly Lace: Oh, I’m sorry. I meant slow dancing.

Merlot: Slow dancing?

Chantilly Lace: Mhmm.

Merlot: Sure, okay, that’s pretty easy too, but you gotta come a little closer.

Chantilly Lace: Yes, of course.

Merlot: Most school dances are pretty casual. Even prom, I mean, sure you’re in a tux or a nice dress, but the dancing is not very… fancy.

Chantilly Lace: Okay.

Merlot: So you put your hands there, and I put mine here.

Chantilly Lace: Like this?

Merlot: Yeah.

Chantilly Lace: And then what?

Merlot: You just sway with the music.

Chantilly Lace: I wish we had some. 

Merlot:  *hums softly*

Merlot: ♫ It was you, you and me, two hearts drawn together bound by destiny  ♫

Merlot:  ♫ It was you, and you for me, every road leads to your door, every step I take forever more ♫  

Merlot: ♫ Just say you’ll- mphhhhhh

Prologue – Part 5

Chantilly Lace: Good morning, mother.

Vanilla: Morning? It’s nearly lunch time.

Chantilly Lace: Oh. You were still in your robe, I thought for sure it was still early.

Vanilla: I’ve been a bit lazy today.

Chantilly Lace: Does that mean I can skip my lessons today?

Vanilla: It most certainly does not.

Vanilla: Please don’t pout. It’s so unbecoming.

Chantilly Lace: Not like anyone will see me.

Vanilla: That is not the point. Oh, your poor eyebrows… I really wish you wouldn’t do that to them.

Chantilly Lace: I like it.

Vanilla: But they’re so much prettier. Why do you sully them so?

Chantilly Lace: Can’t I skip lessons? Just this once?

Vanilla: No and do not forget, you are replanting the garden today.

Vanilla: Again, please.

Chantilly Lace: Yes, mother.

Vanilla: Lacey sweetie, come inside. Dinner will be ready soon.

Chantilly Lace: I want to watch the sunset. I’ll be in soon.

Vanilla: Very well.

Vanilla: You seem in better spirits.

Chantilly Lace: It was a beautiful sunset.

 

Prologue – Part 4

Chantilly Lace: What if I scooted closer?

Merlot: It think that might make matters worse.

Chantilly Lace: *whispers* This could be a once in a lifetime opportunity, so can I ask you for something?

Merlot: Anything.

Chantilly Lace: A kiss before we say goodbye?

Merlot: Yes.

Chantilly Lace: (I can’t believe this is happening!!!)

Merlot: (Why does this feel sooo good?)

Chantilly Lace: That was nice, thank you.

Merlot: Any time.

Chantilly Lace: You mean it?

Merlot: More than I’ve ever meant anything.

Chantilly Lace: Tomorrow then?

Merlot: You want me to come back tomorrow?

Chantilly Lace: Don’t you want to come back tomorrow?

Merlot: I… um… yeah, definitely, yes.

Merlot: Tonight then?

Chantilly Lace: Tonight.

Merlot: Good night or morning… *heh*

Chantilly Lace: Good night, Merlot.

 

Prologue – Part 3

Merlot: Was that?

Chantilly Lace: My mother!

Merlot: Oh…

Chantilly Lace: You gotta hide! Quick in my closet!

Chantilly Lace: Don’t move.

Merlot: Kay…

Vanilla: Lacey, sweetie? Are you all right? I thought I heard voices.

Chantilly Lace: I’m fine. I was… reading.

Vanilla: It’s very late. You should be in bed.

Chantilly Lace: I couldn’t sleep.

Vanilla: But you haven’t even gotten into your pajamas?

*small rustling*

Chantilly Lace: *fake tears* Well, I’m very tired now! Please go so I can sleep!

Vanilla: I’m so sorry, love. I wish there was some other way.

Chanitlly Lace: *sniff* *sniff* *wibble*

Vanilla: I’ll leave now.

Chantilly Lace: *fake weeping continues*

Vanilla: Sleep sweet, my darling.

Chantilly Lace: She’s gone now.

Merlot: She seems nice.

Chantilly Lace: She is, but that isn’t the problem.

Merlot: I should probably go.

Chantilly Lace: Please stay. I don’t think I could explain how lonely it is here.

Merlot: I guess I could stay for a while. You know, if your mother doesn’t mind. 

Chantilly Lace: She’s most certainly taken her sleeping pills now. She will be out till morning.

Merlot: *chuckle*

Chantilly Lace: What?

Merlot: The way you talk. It’s so proper and adorable. “Most certainly.”

Chantilly Lace: *giggle* My mother is a tad old fashioned. I guess it shows. Would you care to take a seat, sir?

Merlot: Thank you m’lady. I’d like that very much.

Merlot: If you don’t mind me asking. What’s with the warden?

Chantilly Lace: She’s very protective.

Merlot: I gathered that.

Chantilly Lace: It’s kind of sad. I don’t want to bum you out.

Merlot: Lay it on me, lil darlin.

Chantilly Lace: *giggle* You are such a charmer.

Merlot: It gets me in trouble.

Chantilly Lace: *gasp* No. Not you.

Chantilly Lace: Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Merlot: It’s okay. I’m ready.

Chantilly Lace: *sigh* When I was little girl, I lost my father in a terrible accident. My mother never really recovered from his loss. 

Merlot: I’m so sorry.

Chantilly Lace: It was a long time ago now. I was only three, but I guess you never get over that sort of thing. Not really.

Chantilly Lace: The ocean is a dangerous place… according to my mother.

Merlot: Is that where it happened?

Chantilly Lace: I’d gotten too close to the water’s edge and a nasty undertow pulled me in. Daddy swam out after me, but as we came to shore, the unthinkable happened. He was dragged under and we aren’t even sure how, but he hit his head. Everyone was so focused on me, they hadn’t noticed. By then it was too late.

Merlot:

Chantilly Lace: Now my mother is terrified of everything. She’s afraid she’ll lose me too. So here we stay, in our protective bubble. *half-hearted laugh* I told you it was depressing.

Merlot: It’s not that.

Chantilly Lace: Then what’s with the look?

Merlot: It’s just so weird how similar our childhoods are.

Chantilly Lace: You lost your father too?

Merlot: My mother.

Chantilly Lace: Oh, I’m so sorry.

Merlot: Just like you, it was long time ago. I don’t talk about it much.

Chantilly Lace: You don’t have to… if you don’t want to.

Merlot: We never had much money. Lived in the swamps of Twizzlerbrook with my great grandmother. Not the safest place for a kid, I guess. One night I escaped out the front door and when my mother went out looking for me… well she never came back. They found her in the waters the next morning. I was found later that day, but no one knew where I came from. It took years to track down any family. My great grandmother had long passed by then.

Merlot: Before that, I bounced around the foster system till coming to a home in Sugar Valley. I lived there until an aunt of mine was discovered here in Fondant Fields. She adopted me and life was good, but it’s not the same. Not really. Well, you know what I mean.

Chanitlly Lace: Yes.

Merlot: I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting that to happen.

Chantilly Lace: Please don’t apologize.

Merlot: *laughs* I never cry.

Chantilly Lace: Never?

Merlot: Sensitivity is not my strong suit, but an hour with you and here I am blubbering like a child.

Chantilly Lace: It’s okay to cry.

Merlot: Not with my reputation.

Chantilly Lace: What do you mean?

Merlot: High school hierarchy. 

Chantilly Lace: Oh, I don’t know what that is.

Merlot: It’s honestly the most superficial thing you can imagine.

Chantilly Lace: That doesn’t seem like you at all.

Merlot: This… now… not many have seen this side of me. Not even my best friend, Turq.

Chantilly Lace: What makes me so special?

Merlot: I’ve been sittin’ here tryin’ to figure that out.

Merlot: Usually this would be a line, but you seem so familiar to me. Your voice, your laugh, it’s like I’ve known you my whole life. Silly I know.

Chantilly Lace: No, I feel it too.

Merlot: Completely impossible, yet everything about you…

Chantilly Lace: Maybe we knew each other in a different lifetime. *giggle*

Merlot: I guess if you believe in that sort of thing.

Chantilly Lace: You don’t?

Merlot: No, but I might have to change my way of thinking.

Chantilly Lace: What did you mean, usually this would be a line?

Merlot: Huh? Oh nothing.

Chantilly Lace: No, tell me. I wanna know.

Merlot: Well, it’s just… *cough* Usually when I’m with a girl, I’m different.

Chantilly Lace: Different?

Merlot: Yeah, you know, like I tend to smooth talk them. Berry, this is super awkward when you say it out loud.

Chantilly Lace: Smooth talker? You don’t seem that smooth to me.

Merlot: That’s because you’ve got me stumblin’ over my words.

Chantilly Lace: Do I make you nervous?!

Merlot: Little bit, yeah.

 

Prologue – Part 2

Chantilly Lace: *whispers* What was that?

Chantilly Lace: Are you okay? Mother?

*floor boards creek*

Chantilly Lace: Mommy?

???: Yeah, I’m here. Second floor, yes.

???: I don’t know… this house seems pretty nice for being empty.

???: It looks like a bed room. Someone paints. Dude! I’m not lying. Don’t believe me, you come up here.

???: Yeah, that’s what I thought.

???: Look I did it, and now I’m out of here.

???: Oh now you say it. Just stop, okay. You’re a big chicken, we all know it- oh, uh, hang- I’m gonna call you back…

Chantilly Lace: *soft gasp* Oh no.

???: Is- is someone there?

Chantilly Lace: You need to leave!

???: Look, I’m really sorry. I thought-

Chantilly Lace: What? You just could barge into someone else’s house?

???:  No! It’s not like that. Please, I’m very sorry. I had no idea anyone lived here.

Chantilly Lace: Well they do, so please go!

???:  I am really sorry for breakin’ into your house. I had no idea anyone lived here. I swear. If I had, I never would have just walked in.

Chantilly Lace:  You’re the first visitor in years.

???: Years?

Chantilly Lace: My mother doesn’t like people coming around.  

???: I’m Merlot by the way. The least I can do is introduce myself after being so rude.

Chantilly Lace: Lacey.

Merlot: Lacey…

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Chantilly Lace: Merlot, can I ask you a question?

Merlot: Of course. It’s the least I can do.

Chantilly Lace: What’s it like out there?

Merlot: Out… where?

Chantilly Lace: In town.  The only other person I’ve seen is the woman who delivers our mail.

Merlot:  Oh…well, it’s nice I guess. Wait, so you don’t go to school?

Chantilly Lace: No. My mother home schools me.

Merlot: Oh.

Chantilly Lace: You go to school here?

Merlot: In Fondant Fields? Yeah. Wait, so you never leave here? Ever?

Chantilly Lace:  No. I’ve tried, but mother is… persistent. 

Merlot: I see. So you’re kinda trapped here?

Chantilly Lace: In a way yes.

Merlot: Why?

Chantilly Lace: She’s scared.

Merlot: Scared of what?

Chantilly Lace: Everything.

*SLAM* *clunk clunk clunk*

Vanilla: Lacey?!

Prologue – Part 1

Vanilla: Lacey, let me in.

Chantilly Lace: No.

Vanilla: That’s not a request.

Chantilly Lace: Go Away.

Vanilla: Lacey, this is ridiculous.

Vanilla: *groan* Why I ever agreed to give you a lock.

Chantilly Lace:

Vanilla: Chantilly Lace Chiffon, open this door or I will take it off the hinges!

Chantilly Lace: What?!

Vanilla: Don’t you raise your voice to me.

Chantilly Lace: Why can’t you just leave me alone?

Vanilla: Because we need to talk about this.

Chantilly Lace: You’ve already made it perfectly clear. If I step outside those doors, the world is going to get me. So here I am, in my room minding my own business. What more do you want from me?

Vanilla: *sigh* 

Vanilla: It’s not that simple.

Chantilly Lace: It must be simple. You keep me locked up here for no other reason.

Vanilla: You know exactly why.

Chantilly Lace: That was an accident. You can’t control accidents.

Vanilla: Accident or not, daddy isn’t with us anymore.

Chantilly Lace: I could just as easily slip and fall in the shower.  No place is one hundred percent safe. Not even in this house.

Vanilla: Lacey, watch your mouth.

Vanilla: It’s for your own good.

Chantilly Lace: *hmmphh*

Vanilla: There’s nothing out there worth the risk.

Chantilly Lace: Maybe not for you, but you can’t decide that for me.

Vanilla: I can’t lose you too.

Chantilly Lace: No. Don’t do that. No more guilt. It’s not fair.

Vanilla: Lacey… 

Chantilly Lace: Unless you’re going to let me go, I’d appreciate you leaving me alone.

Vanilla: Okay…

Vanilla: Good night, love.

Chantilly Lace: Night.

Vanilla: One day you’ll understand.

Chantilly Lace: I don’t think I will.

Vanilla: I’ll see you in the morning.

Chantilly Lace: Yeah, sure.

Dear friend,

I know I said I wasn’t going to, but I’ve come to realize I’m incapable of keeping promises. Tonight I attempted another escape. Unfortunately she caught me before I ever left the front porch. I used to think it was her super sonic hearing, but maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m far too scared. What if I made it out? Then what would I do? I guess I will never know.

It’s not like I don’t understand, mind you. What happened to daddy was terrible and partly my fault. She won’t admit it, but I know she thinks so too. I understand her fear. Why can’t she understand how I feel? Living a life trapped inside these walls. It’s no life. I’m existing, but I’m not living. I hate it. I’m not supposed to use that word, but you won’t tell anyone will you?

Of course you won’t. That’s why I can trust you with all of my secrets. If mother ever discovered you, well, let’s not worry about that. I keep you safely hidden and I’m sure if she knew half of what I’ve written, I’d know that she knows. Just a few more years and then I can leave. Can I make it that long? It seems like an eternity of waiting. Never speaking to another soul-

*crash*