'I killed my father. It's the end.'
His sister scrawled the date at topmost right corner of a soaked page.
Like the pages before it, this one was already blemished. The diary in itself was weary, countless smudged patterns of black or blue ink brandished almost every page.
She had been living in the world of gloom and misery, where the words described the mishaps occurring behind her back. Those words were rather harsh but true to their literal meaning, not even one of them was ever exaggerated as it was proved.
It was still nice meeting this silent messenger which not only bore the despair of one but two distressed souls.
It was supposed to be her last day at what they call home. Cloudy pearls of tears rolled down her plump yet filthy cheeks, her bloodshot eyes could scare a ghost. All those sleepless nights under this roof, reading his furious words, had been worth it.
They were worth compromising her slumber for as it wouldn't make her feel ashamed for leaving her mother and brother behind.
The date of her departure was already decided. But today the silence was unsettling. The blood pooled in the living room and she didn't need the diary to know what her brother had done.
She squinted her eyes in frustration, she actually didn't want to miss the important milestone of their new life ahead.
This was why today the diary was not updated, the date and content was missing.
Another series of cloudy tears overflowed her eyes as she pulled out the diary again with shaking hands, opening a fresh page and completing the story of familial catastrophe with a deserving ending on behalf of her brother who had been the rightful owner of diary ever since.
[ He wouldn't know that I've been secretly looking up his diary entries, no? ]
He would. How could he not?
Why do you think he left the page blank?
To show her that the ending she longed for had come to pass.
It would mean an end to suffering when she would stroke the pen to jot down the event herself. That all of it finally came to an end.
But there were things which needed to be concealed from her, as he had already decided.
Now the emaciated lady, their mother couldn't stop crying and her brother had locked himself up in a room. The fears they had carried for so long were now surfacing like an algae on water, pestering youngster the most.
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