EMILIANA (107)

“The notebook!”I yelled at the top of my lungs and rushed into the room, the flames were completely off now and I could see the drawer from my peripheral vision.

I increase my pace toward it and pulled out my key, relief washed over me as I realized the key was still with me, maybe I had been over-reacting and the book was actually —

The diary was missing.

I froze as I stared at the empty wardrobe which once held one of the most important parts of my life, I bit hard on my lip and clenched my fists, this could not be happening to me, not again.

I could not help but wonder how and why this was always happening, whether I was close enough, someone or something would break the bridge between me and my goal, whether it was an object, an event, or an act, someone was pulling the strings and I was it was not Alice.

I tugged at my heart and bit my lip harder. I needed to think and do something immediately, it was basically either now or never, as I stormed out of my room I stumbled into Em