Diaries Aphmau Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bye now. Love, The A.S. I finished writing my diary entry and to my utmost surprise, I felt better and lighter at heart. It had been been long since I wrote in that thing. By long, I mean, almost three years. I got a diary when I went for therapy two years ago, after Arya's death. I knew my behavior every Tuesday was both absurd and uncalled for. I decided to go to a local therapist. My therapist was a woman. She said I should try getting a diary. I got the diary and guess what? It did absolutely no good. I wanted to throw it away but Anas told me not to. That's how I kept it until that day. I was glad I kept it.

Mia's POV I lock up the door of this old, abandoned house. Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows. It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet. He was bitten last week. His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms. He smells of rotten meat and shit. His eyes are milky white. He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.

Because of her photographic memory, her ability to recall exactly what she had seen was top notch. All these years, she had dutifully written down every single vision she had seen, starting with the one of her and Hazel. It didn’t matter if she could change the vision or not. Whether it happened or not. She just jotted everything down. Perhaps one day, the diary entries would come in handy and she would get to save a lot of lives. With that in mind, she flipped to the next page where another entry awaited to be written and she sighed heavily as she wrote down the disturbing title; THE GRUESOME MASSACRE.

Telling him she wasn't afraid anymore. The same girl from the visions. The same girl trapped inside the system. The same girl calling for help. Then the memory vanished. Daniel staggered. Amara suddenly gasped above them. Far above. Inside the safehouse. The baby kicked. Hard. A pulse exploded outward. And every monitor inside the archive activated simultaneously. Thousands of names appeared. Thousands. Rows upon rows. Victims. Children. Lost minds. Forgotten people. Then a final file unlocked. One file. One hidden record.

I had already wasted enough tears on them. I was crying for the little girl I used to be—the girl who bragged to everyone about her perfect family. It felt like I could never cry enough for her, for how foolish she was, and how powerless she had been. The door suddenly opened. A nurse walked in carrying a small paper cup. “Miss,” she said gently, “it’s time for your medication.” The word medication alone was enough to make my entire body shake. Memories from the asylum came rushing back—the pills, the restraints and the endless haze that swallowed my days.

Dear Diary, I'm so sorry I didn't have time to write yesterday but trust me the wait was worth it. I didn't even get back to my dorm room until 4am and at that point I was in no state to write an entry. Honestly I still don't know exactly how to even begin to explain the rollercoaster that was the past two days. I mean last time I wrote everything was so much simpler than it is now. I mean I literally feel like a different person right now after kissing three different girls and yet I feel more scared than ever to come out. I'm sorry I'm getting a head of myself, let's start with yesterday before I spoil the whole story.

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This is a record of what came after my end, of the choices I’ve made, and the ones I couldn’t escape. I am not writing to be remembered. I am writing to remember. This isn’t just a diary. It’s a map. A warning. A confession. Maybe, in these pages, you’ll find a piece of yourself — or maybe you’ll realize something has been watching you, too. Either way, the moment you opened this… You stepped into my world. And once you're in, there's no going back. With silence between the heartbeats, —Cullen

He muttered and quickly picked me up. While he was carrying me in his arms, I suddenly remembered when I first felt this kind of pain—-the diary. Nemiah’s diary! That’s right. I haven’t read everything written on it. Maybe it will answer all the questions that we both have. But where did I leave that journal again? I think I lost it with the scroll in the woods near the falls as well. Amaris gently laid me on the cushion covered with warm wool. The bed jounced when he briskly sat beside me. He checked my temperature and held my cold hands to warm them. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” He fretted.

Using an amnesia spell without permission can lead to serious consequences if you're caught. In a few minutes Kali parks at a spot in the school's parking lot and we get out of his car and hold hands, heading to our first class. Chemistry. I love chemistry.