The Diary At The Back Of The Closet

The Diary At The Back Of The Closet

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Chapter1 (v.1) - Hiding And Finding

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 27, 2017

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I didn't mean to. Hide in the library closet, I mean. There was no other place to go, really. It was a safe place, a place they didn't venture.

Kill yourself.......

The words echoed inside my head.

Do it properly this time. We don't want another zombie effect.

Therefore, I was hiding. In the library. It was a place those sirens, as I had named them wouldn't be caught dead in. Perfect features and the most expensive clothes did not mix with the smell of books, according to the unofficial guide to popularity we at Claredon Secondary School, pay more attention to than the school rules.

Back to my current predicament. I wriggled around, trying to make myself comfortable in the cramped space of a closet, where all sorts of odds and ends were stored. Seemingly in a perfect position, I relaxed only to have a nail in the wall spike me rather rudely, if I do say so myself. Wincing, I leaned down to inspect the offending metal object and saw a tattered, red........was that a diary?

Should I read it? The thought rose to the top of my head in an instant. Yeah, the voice said again. It might not even be that important and if it is, you'll be glad you know!

You can't read it, Carrie, argued a new voice. It's an invasion of privacy!

The first voice scoffed. People are still reading 'The Diary of Anne Frank' without her permission. What gave her father the right to expose her innermost thoughts to the world?

Where the hell were these voices coming from? I shook my head. I must be going even more insane. The first voice had a point though. If people could legally read Anne's diary, what made reading this one so bad? It might be telling an even more important story.........

I pick it up with an inaudible sigh. I couldn't help myself. If curiosity killed the cat, then it need not come for Carrie as it has already ended one life for the cause. Shoving it into my backpack, I decided to read it at home.

***** I flop down onto my bed and open up to the first page, running my fingers along the indentations made with a pen or whatever they must have used back then. Because this diary was old.   23 January 1955

I am to start a diary. Well, that seems obvious enough. Father disagrees and deems it something we men do not do for the sake of pleasure. Mother agrees with him wholeheartedly, but of course she is not allowed to argue back, despite women receiving the vote quite some years ago she is terrified of Father and too afraid to leave him. He would hunt her down. My father is a cruel man, and runs a 'tight ship', as he calls it. I call it worse behind his back.

He beats my mother, giving her bruises in places covered by her clothing. He doesn't hurt her badly, but it pains enough to make sure she never commits the same offence more than once.

Back to the matter at hand. Me starting a diary, is to hone my writing skills, something that my Mother had always told me was important. I much prefer her to Father. She allows me to be the fourteen year old boy I should be at my age. Not protector of my younger sister, Emily.

Father detests her and believes that girls are good for nothing more than housewifery. The only flaw in that logic, is Emily herself. The girl is more intelligent than I, and it upsets him to think that she would become heir to the family fortune, should anything happen to me. A woman.

Of course, Emily is a kind soul and wouldn't harm a fly. Well, she would of course,  but that goes against the expression as we've been taught it. Besides, Father would prefer her to succeed me in the business if he knew of my secret. Its illegal of course, Dearest Diary, but he needn't know that.

All will be revealed in due course, Dearest Diary. All is to be confessed in due course,  as well.

Sincerely Daniel Nothill

Additional Note: Anyone reading this should be wise to proceed with caution. The mind of a fourteen year old boy is a dangerous place. Particularly one with a secret as bad as mine.

Extra Additional Note: I am to hide this under a loose floorboard in my quarters. A cliché hiding place, I agree, however it is the best place I have.

Extra, Extra Additional Note: I shall be writing each day.

When I finished reading I sat, motionless for a while. Staring at the fluid italics on the yellowing paper of Daniel's diary. Oh! How I wanted to keep reading, yet I didn't. I felt like crying. Instead I laughed.

This boy had a secret? Pft! I would bet all of my meagre savings that mine was much worse. And I too, hadn't told my parents. For some reason, I felt like Daniel's first Additional Note had been directed at me, as though he knew that some day, I would be reading the words he wrote and thinking about them in such deep context, it would drive me to the brink of insanity! Again, I wondered if I should put it back in the closet, leave it be. Yet I couldn't shake the feeling that it had been placed there for a reason. That reason being me.


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