DARK DIARIES

CHAPTER 1| THE CURSED NIGHT

If the hell ever did speak, it would've been this disastrous for anyone on this earth. Being the people of twenty-first century, we don't like to accept heaven and hell, especially hell, 'cause its of no use to us, not even for our entertainment's sake. But the truth that is unseen by billions of us is that we create the hell here on earth. Demons are us, Devil is our soul burried deep inside our filthy minds. It's not a great way to start telling a story with such serious accusitions, I understand, but I got no other way to start this one.

Her beautiful brown hair bun was shaking like a pendulum from side to side with her every step towards her small, beautiful wooden paradise, her house. It's not always when there's a dark cloud curtaining the sky and the moon gleams from the littlest of void it got. The mild lightnings were spicing up the atmosphere with energy. However, she wasn't in a very good mood to observe all of these at the very moment. The soft brizzles that were soothing to the skin grew heavier suddenly. It was still a few distance to cover to reach her house, when people started moving fastly, almost running, to get a shelter.

"Hey Daisy! Get an umbrella or something!", Mrs. Sawyer, an old sweet woman, from whom Daisy always buys the baked cookies, uttered in a very caring voice. In normal days with normal state of mind going on inside, Daisy would've stopped for at least a few seconds and would talk to her, ending up with buying her undisputed greatly famous tasty cookies but this turn she only gave a smile and kept on moving while holding the paper bag filled with groceries like a child close to her chest. Her hairs were already looking like some day old biscuit dipped in tea, strengthless and messy.

"Daisy, get in somewhere for a while!", Mr. Turner's way of crumbling his forehead while speaking is normal. You can not know if it's due to rain he's doing that! Moreover, he was holding that huge umbrella that is really a recommended size for his huge body.

"No, am fine Mr. Turner", Daisy said.

"Be careful honey, its all slippery!", Turner's voice barely reached her as she was really moving fast.

By now, you might have got a little idea of how adored Daisy is in that area of Hullington. And if I tell you honestly, she's a point of jealousy for most of the girls in that area because they were nowhere nearby that popularity. Even she doesn't know what is it all about; sometimes she tries to figure it out but she gets confused if people like her because of her behaviour or something, or is it the look of her face they say is beautiful. For me, I go with the idea of her so much of involvement with all of the people, regardless of their age, color, wealth, in that area. That's her kingdom of lovely connections where she is the queen of all hearts.

The lightning started to grow furious slowly as the time passed, leaving no choice for her than to hiding her head somewhere. I know I told you that she connects the best with everyone in that area, but there is always some Lucifer who would revolt against God! Ya, there were some people who would set their horses of jealousy free whenever she's near. There is no darker sin we can commit being human beings than feeling comforted to see the fellow human's tears!

Daisy ran towards the shop right in the corner of the St George street. The old looking drug store would never get more than four or five people hovering around their front, out of which majority were just the family of Doyles. George Doyle started this shop quite around late 50s and since then it's hardly been touched by a carpenter. The younger Doyles control the business now. Do not get tricked by my "younger" word; they are in their late forties, still without any wife and obviously without any child, which gave them the advantage of still being the youngest in their family.

Evan Doyle and Shaun Doyle are twins. They are the two huge guys with filthy long beards that got white in considerable amount of areas. Evan's cowboy hat on his clean bald head is enough to scare our Daisy. To be honest, Daisy had never got comfortable around these guys but life never gives you easier challenges to deal with; she was hoping that the rain would stop before anything stupid happens to her.