Novel & Cerita Rosemary Kennedy Diary

I guess I should be thankful that I'm not out on the streets begging for food, just yet. I've spent the last few days hiding out at home. Repetitively going over what Lisa had told me. I was going out of my mind just continuously thinking about it. How could I have missed the signs of Ryder being groomed by Jimmy? Or, the stacks of photos that were stashed behind our dressing tables and T.V cabinet.

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

“Thank you.” “It’s all good.” She got up and went over to the counter kept at a corner. Bringing a notebook, she gave it to me. “I know that I can’t remember much after a few hours. Most days, I—I can’t even remember that I can’t. So, I started writing everything down as much as I could. I want you to take this.” I took the pink diary and flipped through the pages—it was at least fifty pages, all filled completely. “But, uh,” I chuckled. “Isn’t this kind of personal?”

Now, he acted like a madman, searching the rubble for any trace of me—a scrap of paper, a fragment, a strand of hair. I heard he found a diary I had hidden in a secret compartment. It contained records from our ten-year-long marriage. That night, on the surveillance footage, Domenico knelt in the dust-covered ruins, clutching the half-burned diary and crying like a helpless child. The diary contained no long passages. Just brief entries documenting moments from my ten year marriage. [Today, Domenico gave me a rose. He said my smile is beautiful.] [My father's library was destroyed. I'm heartbroken, but Domenico is comforting another woman. He didn't see my tears.]

I threw away the necklace he had spent a fortune to win for me, the collection of handbags he had gathered, and the silly little trinkets he had hunted down just to make me laugh. When the garbage truck carried everything away, my emotions finally eased up a little. No. There was still one thing. The moment I thought of it, I rushed to the bedroom and pulled a diary from the nightstand. It was a diary he had prepared for me after our marriage. Every page recorded fragments of me. The notebook was thick, and as soon as I opened it, the pages fanned open on their own. [Evelyn talked in her sleep again today. It sounded like a nightmare.]

After exercising he had a shower and dressed up for work. Seeing not a shadow or trace of Kirsten in the kitchen caused him to frown. The sight of the sticky note in the fridge drew him to it. [Mr Roosevelt, I have to go to the office early because I’ll be going to the library at noon to study. Your breakfast is in the oven. - Kirsten] Admittedly, it didn’t sit well with him when his wife addressed her “Mr Rossevelt”in the note. It was polite and distant, depicting no intimacy between them.

It’s been three months since he didn’t come to this part of the house. I may have crossed my limits. But I was dying to get his one glimpse. I didn’t understand how I could make his anger disappear when he didn’t let me do it. But I know one thing. If it goes like this, I would die. I didn’t know my one mistake would cost me this much. The diary ends there and there was nothing written in the Diary. I know Rose was alive for three years. Then what happened after that? She lived almost a year maybe after this. But why she didn’t write anymore? Or did I miss any part?

The book he, her old bestie had bought for her. It was a simple gift for her 14th birthday, 10 years ago. It was the last birthday he had spent with her. Or rather, the last day. He left her a small note that she noticed a few hours after his family had left. They were celebrating her birthday with her family as they were like one family. Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from.

I knew she wouldn't let me write in the diary as she wanted me to sleep so, I had just pretended to be asleep till she had left. Waking up from the pretended sleep, I kicked the duvet out of my way and bent upside down below the bed so that I could take the diary which I had treasured to write in it about my day and thoughts to calm myself down as it was the only article of privacy that I knew father couldn’t see. Anxiously, standing up I went towards the door and locked it so no one could see that I was awake, or it could alert my father and I could lose my only source of privacy.

Respectful. Later that Day – Josephine’s POV The house felt emptier than I expected. Kenneth’s scent still lingered faintly in the hallway. A mix of cedarwood, old books, and whatever cologne he used that always made me weak in the knees. I wandered into his study. Photos were scattered of him and Noah, smiling. Laughing. Bonding like they’d never lost time. And then I saw it. A sealed envelope with my name in his handwriting. With trembling hands, I opened it.