Dear diary,
Hello new friend.
My name is Samantha.
I don't really know what to tell you.
Why did I buy you?
I think it was because when I saw you in the window of that shop, I just had to.
Your cover took my attention, and I was obsessed. I purchased you at the front desk, but the man said you were a curse. The man said you might be good or bad, but I'm willing to take that chance. Everything I write inside of your pages will be conceived by you, as I have been told. The luck you give me could destroy or seal my emotions and what continues to occur in my life. I told the man I was willing to take that chance, because I was in need of a friend. Any friend. That friend could kill me as far as I care, but at least I would have been able to title them as that word. Friend.
Now that you know a bit about how I found you, I should tell you about myself.
As I've mentioned before, my name is Samantha. I'll turn 16 in two months, in January. The twenty-second, to be exact. I wonder how old you are. Of course, not to be rude or offensive, but you must be pretty far along in years considering your 'cursed'.
That's such a negative word. Cursed. It has a negative impact on what I'm trying to say. I don't believe you're bad.
I know that you are capable of doing good, right?
From now on I won't call you cursed. I'll call you magical. But what will be your name? I don't want to call you diary, such a label. I suppose you don't belong to me yet, you must be won over. I'll try my best. Knowing me, I probably won't do so well, considering the experience I have talking to any person of a sort is very low. They all hate me.
I hope you don't.
I guess if you do, it won't be that bad.
Just one more to add to the list, I guess.
So, I suppose now I will tell you about my surroundings, so your not confused.
Maybe you already know my surroundings, you being magical and all. Perhaps you will enjoy the description coming from a different perspective then.
Well, I'll tell you this. I live in a galaxy, called the Milky Way. Deep inside that Milky Way there is a sun, surrounded by millions and trillions of stars, too many to count. The sun, as we call it, is our main star. It's gigantic compared to me and my planet, that circles around it with 7 other planets each year.
Our planet, called Earth, has air we breathe, water we drink, plants and animals we eat, homes for shelter.
Everything you could imagine.
Yeah, such a great planet so far, huh?
Well, sort of.
If any other person took the time to describe our world to you, they wouldn't include the dangers and horrid things we encounter.
I think you should know about it though.
My father, shot dead in a playground parking lot with me in his arms, age five.
My brother, killed in a traumatic car accident, me in the backseat, age six.
My grandparents, killed in an unescapable fire trying to rescue me from my room, not knowing I was waiting outside by the mailbox the entire time, age seven.
My best friend, sexually abused by a stranger who was sent to jail later on, age eight.
...and then she descended in my backyard swimming pool, full moon shining bright, and colorful bright pink pebbles in her pockets to hold her down, age nine.
My mother started coming home at three in the morning, then leaving again at five, probably to go find another guy to hook up with, age ten.
And my sister...
the only one who was ever there for me, ran away.
Age fifteen.
...then there's me.
I don't go outside.
Why, may you ask?
Because, everything outside is terrifying.
Sure, there's bluebirds, sunlight, nice people.
But when I'm outside, all I can do is fear.
Snakes, scrapes, bruises, bullets, rapists, thieves, murderers, slaughterers, etc...
If you were in my situation, being called crazy for seeing what you believe,
home alone and inside all day...
Would you go outside?
I wouldn't.
I don't.
I'm getting a bit depressed just talking about what happened in my past and what's happening in my present.
I think I should go see if I can find her now.
I'll write to you later, friend.
xoxo,
~Samantha~
