I've always wondered, whether I'm safe. Like truly safe. Or if I'm even loved. I hadn't felt loved for a long time. I didn't have anybody beside the girls and The Mystery Diary, which I had found three years ago. I had lived in an all-girls orphanage ever since I know, and it was a hell hole. Of course, it wasn't always that bad. At first everything was good. All the nannies had loved us, and cared about us, but the orphanage was not in a good condition at that time. Kids started to disappear when I was four. The government couldn't do anything. Nobody could. After months, more disappearances happened in other orphanages as well as in ours. Soldiers came to guard us. First, they were kind, but after a while, things changed, and they totally took control saying, it will be better for all of us. All the teachers and the nannies left the orphanage, either because they had been suspected to help the mystery kidnapper and were arrested, or they couldn't stand that atmosphere anymore. I was fifteen when the orphanage's school closed. Little kids were kept in a room with some toys surrounded by soldiers 'til they became eight years old, but after eight, they were taken away into special schools. There, we learned how to read and write properly and some basic math, nothing more. But they paid particular attention to teaching us self-defense and the basics of military. We were almost like little soldiers ourselves. Also, when we weren't in school, we were working. This is how I came across with The Mystery Diary. I was seventeen at the time when I had found it in the attic, as I was cleaning up there. First, I didn't know what it is. I believed, it was an old notebook, that one of the girls had forgot there, but after I read the first page it became clear to me that it wasn't just a notebook. It was more like an old diary. After many sleepless nights and a hundred pages I realized that it was a kid's diary from forty years ago. There was no name on it, just the date so I had no idea whom it could possibly belong to. I only know that back there in 1978 disappearances also had happened and this mystery girl had known something about these events, yet she hadn't told a thing to the government. I wondered why....
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Dreamthieves
Fantasía"I've always wondered, whether I'm safe. Like truly safe. Or if I'm even loved. I hadn't felt loved for a long time. I didn't have anybody beside the girls and The Mystery Diary, which I had found three years ago. [...] Kids started to disappear whe...
