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Cheryl's Diary.
Cheryl sighed to herself as she lay in her room late at night. Sleep could not find her, just as the other nights when her mind was busy parsing all the new information about her experiences.
Despite her utterly secure room, she found the comfort it provided insufficient to put her to sleep. Indeed, it had been challenging for her to rest ever since she fell into the household routine.
After a moment, Cheryl sat up and turned on the table light next to her. With a move of her hand, she pulled out the drawer and, within seconds, was holding a medium-sized booklet that was pink and decorated with stickers.
Her father had given it to her when she brought up her busy mind at night, and he suggested she get the thoughts in her head out by writing them.
It seemed silly but also plausible. Her father would never lie to her. So, she opened the book and pulled the pen from the spine.
This might be her new nightly ritual, should it be as effective as her father suggested.
Week One, Friday.
Am I weird?
This question has bothered me a lot for a while now. When I go out in public, I feel like people stare and look at me like I am different or scary.
It hurts my feelings to be gawked at, making me wonder if I am strange to people outside or even to those in my family.
I hate these strange sensations and emotions that say nasty things to me in my head. I know I should be unconditionally positive towards my family and everyone else.
Though feeling different than that way at all is wrong, isn't it?
Week One, Saturday.
I feel conflicted and like a terrible person. I love everybody here more than anything else. Yet, I have other feelings for them at different times.
Mom says that it is just a symptom of being alive. Everybody feels sad, angry, jealous, and so on. It may not be my place to question Mom, but sometimes it feels like it is just a problem with me.
I don't know, diary, what do you think?
Week One, Sunday.
I found writing the last two nights has helped me sleep. It was very comforting to be able to express my uncertainty in this diary. Having reflected on last night's thoughts, I think Mother is right.
Zari, Jacky, Mom, and Dad all show symptoms of the same things, so I should feel privileged to have the experience. It isn't that I am ungrateful to be alive. I just feel confused, diary.
Hm, after writing only a bit, I am starting to feel sleepy, so I will see you again when sleep cannot find me.
Week two, Wednesday.
I have been finding sleeping much more manageable lately, and I should keep writing up to continue feeling good.
Truly, my father has helped me with this problem, so I cannot be more grateful. When I think about it, he is the closest to me. While I love everybody else, he seems to always be there for me with the correct answer.
When we spend time together, it feels magical. He taught me how to howl, and just recently, he took me stargazing with him.
It was such a wonderful experience that I long for it to happen again. Father says we will, but I feel as if waiting will make me explode!
Hopefully, you can prevent me from exploding, diary. You are the only one that holds these thoughts for me.
Week two, Friday.
Today, I spent the day with Mom, helping make lunch and dinner. If I am honest, while I love my mom, she feels a little intimidating.
She is so pretty, quick, knowledgeable, so.... perfect. It makes me wonder why she wants my help at all, especially given how much I mess up.
I am appreciative of it, of course, and I have a lot of fun, but I feel flushrated? Was that the word? Yes, I feel flushrated with messing up her lovely work.
Hopefully, though, I can get perfect at it too. Otherwise, Mom might be disappointed in me.
I am scared to say these things to her, but diary, you are here for me. Thank you.
Week three, Monday.
Being a sister is very strange. It is probably my favorite job around the house. Changings, feedings, playtime with Jacky, drawing.
I have never felt so happy when I am doing these tasks. I am genuinely helping and making a difference, and it makes me wonder if this is what Mom feels when she takes care of us.
Safeguarding Zari and Jacky from dangerous things takes a lot of energy, but it is well spent. As I become more proficient with it, like Mom, I can do all this while enjoying my own hobbies.
I know you are rooting for me, diary.
Week three, Thursday.
Jacky is such a wonderful brother. I like how thoughtful and calm he is. Rarely fussy and more focused on drawing most of the time.
Admittedly, though, he is a little too good at hide and seek.... Sometimes, I go looking for him, and he is not in any room. I wonder how he does it? Especially, when I do find him; it is almost always in his own room.
I will have to scout around at all the good hiding spots and see if I can figure out where he is going. At the very least, he always comes out when I can't locate him and seems perfectly fine.
So, I suppose if no harm is done, then I shouldn't worry about it so much. Maybe he likes to play with and beat me that much?
Well, he seems like the type. I do admit that I have fun looking, which is why I never ask my parents for help.
What do you think about it, diary?
Week three, Saturday.
I will always need help understanding Zari. No matter what I do, how hard I try, how nice I am, she still seems to hate me. She constantly gives me a hard time and tries to get around me to make trouble.
She upsets me, and while I won't ever say I do not like her, because I do. I just wish she would behave more like Jacky and show some affection.
While I punish her most often, she never seems to learn from it and only grows more spiteful towards me every single time.
"Slave" is all she ever calls me, and it hurts my feelings a whole lot. She doesn't even speak to me or treat me like I am a person, and it has made me cry before.
I don't know. It is something I will have to put up with. At the very least, diary, I have you to say this to. You are an excellent listener, and I don't know how I would have survived without you up to this point.
Week four, Tuesday.
Strangely, I have thought a lot about what I wrote about Zari. It has been on my mind for days, and I am starting to understand.
Zari is sad.... Yes, she is very sad. I know, because she made me very sad, and when I was sad, I felt angry like she is all the time. I was irritable and mopey, and it took my parents helping me to feel better.
I see this now, and it has made me feel not just less annoyed with Zari, but sorrier. I have begun to watch her, and it seems like there is nobody she is happy with. What could make her so upset that she is always like this?
Maybe I am as dumb as Zari says I am, but I feel like she needs me more than anybody here. She needs the love and kindness we all deserve, regardless of her meanness.
For this reason, I have decided to tolerate Zari's cruelty. Rather, I will do my best to treat her with compassion because honestly. If I were her, I would want it, but never admit it.
Hopefully, you will support me, diary. It won't be easy, but she will call me sister one day.
Week four, Monday.
Surprisingly, I have been doing well lately. Zari continues to be nasty towards me, but it does not affect me like it used to. I have learned to be tolerant and continue punishing her when she misbehaves.
I will try as hard as possible to be Zari's best sister, to the point that she cannot help but love me. Deep down, there is niceness in her, but she is scared to show it, I know it!
It is like how I am scared to tell my family things that I tell you, diary. At the very least, I have learned how to express myself.
Hmm....
You know what, diary...? Perhaps I should get Zari her own diary! I have seen her writing words on paper before, so I know she could.
What do you think? Isn't that something a great big sister would do!?
Week six, Friday.
It took a lot of work, but I finally earned enough allowance to get Zari her own little diary. It was hard picking one out that she would enjoy, but since she likes knives and violence, I decided to get her a purple one with a skull on it.
My parents are supportive of my choice and happy to see me loving Zari. I expect to be hated by her for offering it to her, but once she uses it, she will feel better, like me.
Let's hope, diary. Let us hope she finds some relief and stops being so sad.
Week six, Saturday.
Today, I have given Zari her diary. When I handed it to her, she looked enraged and insulted me. However, it didn't come out as it usually does.
It felt half-hearted and tired. I don't know.... She has been acting different ever since last week. Now, she seems to just try to avoid me.
It hurts, but at the same time, it is better...? I don't know. I hope I haven't done anything wrong to her and she doesn't end up worse than before.
At the very least, she has not destroyed her diary, so perhaps she enjoys it?
I would be wrong to check and see if she's used it. Private thoughts should only be read with permission.
Let's wait it out, diary, and see what happens.
Week seven, Tuesday.
To my surprise, I saw Zari writing in her diary today. It nearly made my heart explode with joy. I don't know what she was writing or why, but she understands the benefit of you, it seems, diary.
You have made such a positive difference in my life that I am confident you will do the same for her. Thank you for always being here for me and helping me sleep.
You are the best, diary.
As Cheryl finished writing in her diary, she was struck by the fact that it was the last page. With a blink, she smiled and then closed it up. She placed it back inside her drawer and was contented with emptying all her turbulent feelings.
Now that she had filled the small beginner diary to the brim, she only needed to ask her father for a bigger one, and tomorrow, she surely would. For now, though, she intended nothing else but to relax her clear head onto her pillow and get some sleep.
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Cheryl's Diary.
Cheryl sighed to herself as she lay in her room late at night. Sleep could not find her, just as the other nights when her mind was busy parsing all the new information about her experiences.
Despite her utterly secure room, she found the comfort it provided insufficient to put her to sleep. Indeed, it had been challenging for her to rest ever since she fell into the household routine.
After a moment, Cheryl sat up and turned on the table light next to her. With a move of her hand, she pulled out the drawer and, within seconds, was holding a medium-sized booklet that was pink and decorated with stickers.
Her father had given it to her when she brought up her busy mind at night, and he suggested she get the thoughts in her head out by writing them.
It seemed silly but also plausible. Her father would never lie to her. So, she opened the book and pulled the pen from the spine.
This might be her new nightly ritual, should it be as effective as her father suggested.
Week One, Friday.
Am I weird?
This question has bothered me a lot for a while now. When I go out in public, I feel like people stare and look at me like I am different or scary.
It hurts my feelings to be gawked at, making me wonder if I am strange to people outside or even to those in my family.
I hate these strange sensations and emotions that say nasty things to me in my head. I know I should be unconditionally positive towards my family and everyone else.
Though feeling different than that way at all is wrong, isn't it?
Week One, Saturday.
I feel conflicted and like a terrible person. I love everybody here more than anything else. Yet, I have other feelings for them at different times.
Mom says that it is just a symptom of being alive. Everybody feels sad, angry, jealous, and so on. It may not be my place to question Mom, but sometimes it feels like it is just a problem with me.
I don't know, diary, what do you think?
Week One, Sunday.
I found writing the last two nights has helped me sleep. It was very comforting to be able to express my uncertainty in this diary. Having reflected on last night's thoughts, I think Mother is right.
Zari, Jacky, Mom, and Dad all show symptoms of the same things, so I should feel privileged to have the experience. It isn't that I am ungrateful to be alive. I just feel confused, diary.
Hm, after writing only a bit, I am starting to feel sleepy, so I will see you again when sleep cannot find me.
Week two, Wednesday.
I have been finding sleeping much more manageable lately, and I should keep writing up to continue feeling good.
Truly, my father has helped me with this problem, so I cannot be more grateful. When I think about it, he is the closest to me. While I love everybody else, he seems to always be there for me with the correct answer.
When we spend time together, it feels magical. He taught me how to howl, and just recently, he took me stargazing with him.
It was such a wonderful experience that I long for it to happen again. Father says we will, but I feel as if waiting will make me explode!
Hopefully, you can prevent me from exploding, diary. You are the only one that holds these thoughts for me.
Week two, Friday.
Today, I spent the day with Mom, helping make lunch and dinner. If I am honest, while I love my mom, she feels a little intimidating.
She is so pretty, quick, knowledgeable, so.... perfect. It makes me wonder why she wants my help at all, especially given how much I mess up.
I am appreciative of it, of course, and I have a lot of fun, but I feel flushrated? Was that the word? Yes, I feel flushrated with messing up her lovely work.
Hopefully, though, I can get perfect at it too. Otherwise, Mom might be disappointed in me.
I am scared to say these things to her, but diary, you are here for me. Thank you.
Week three, Monday.
Being a sister is very strange. It is probably my favorite job around the house. Changings, feedings, playtime with Jacky, drawing.
I have never felt so happy when I am doing these tasks. I am genuinely helping and making a difference, and it makes me wonder if this is what Mom feels when she takes care of us.
Safeguarding Zari and Jacky from dangerous things takes a lot of energy, but it is well spent. As I become more proficient with it, like Mom, I can do all this while enjoying my own hobbies.
I know you are rooting for me, diary.
Week three, Thursday.
Jacky is such a wonderful brother. I like how thoughtful and calm he is. Rarely fussy and more focused on drawing most of the time.
Admittedly, though, he is a little too good at hide and seek.... Sometimes, I go looking for him, and he is not in any room. I wonder how he does it? Especially, when I do find him; it is almost always in his own room.
I will have to scout around at all the good hiding spots and see if I can figure out where he is going. At the very least, he always comes out when I can't locate him and seems perfectly fine.
So, I suppose if no harm is done, then I shouldn't worry about it so much. Maybe he likes to play with and beat me that much?
Well, he seems like the type. I do admit that I have fun looking, which is why I never ask my parents for help.
What do you think about it, diary?
Week three, Saturday.
I will always need help understanding Zari. No matter what I do, how hard I try, how nice I am, she still seems to hate me. She constantly gives me a hard time and tries to get around me to make trouble.
She upsets me, and while I won't ever say I do not like her, because I do. I just wish she would behave more like Jacky and show some affection.
While I punish her most often, she never seems to learn from it and only grows more spiteful towards me every single time.
"Slave" is all she ever calls me, and it hurts my feelings a whole lot. She doesn't even speak to me or treat me like I am a person, and it has made me cry before.
I don't know. It is something I will have to put up with. At the very least, diary, I have you to say this to. You are an excellent listener, and I don't know how I would have survived without you up to this point.
Week four, Tuesday.
Strangely, I have thought a lot about what I wrote about Zari. It has been on my mind for days, and I am starting to understand.
Zari is sad.... Yes, she is very sad. I know, because she made me very sad, and when I was sad, I felt angry like she is all the time. I was irritable and mopey, and it took my parents helping me to feel better.
I see this now, and it has made me feel not just less annoyed with Zari, but sorrier. I have begun to watch her, and it seems like there is nobody she is happy with. What could make her so upset that she is always like this?
Maybe I am as dumb as Zari says I am, but I feel like she needs me more than anybody here. She needs the love and kindness we all deserve, regardless of her meanness.
For this reason, I have decided to tolerate Zari's cruelty. Rather, I will do my best to treat her with compassion because honestly. If I were her, I would want it, but never admit it.
Hopefully, you will support me, diary. It won't be easy, but she will call me sister one day.
Week four, Monday.
Surprisingly, I have been doing well lately. Zari continues to be nasty towards me, but it does not affect me like it used to. I have learned to be tolerant and continue punishing her when she misbehaves.
I will try as hard as possible to be Zari's best sister, to the point that she cannot help but love me. Deep down, there is niceness in her, but she is scared to show it, I know it!
It is like how I am scared to tell my family things that I tell you, diary. At the very least, I have learned how to express myself.
Hmm....
You know what, diary...? Perhaps I should get Zari her own diary! I have seen her writing words on paper before, so I know she could.
What do you think? Isn't that something a great big sister would do!?
Week six, Friday.
It took a lot of work, but I finally earned enough allowance to get Zari her own little diary. It was hard picking one out that she would enjoy, but since she likes knives and violence, I decided to get her a purple one with a skull on it.
My parents are supportive of my choice and happy to see me loving Zari. I expect to be hated by her for offering it to her, but once she uses it, she will feel better, like me.
Let's hope, diary. Let us hope she finds some relief and stops being so sad.
Week six, Saturday.
Today, I have given Zari her diary. When I handed it to her, she looked enraged and insulted me. However, it didn't come out as it usually does.
It felt half-hearted and tired. I don't know.... She has been acting different ever since last week. Now, she seems to just try to avoid me.
It hurts, but at the same time, it is better...? I don't know. I hope I haven't done anything wrong to her and she doesn't end up worse than before.
At the very least, she has not destroyed her diary, so perhaps she enjoys it?
I would be wrong to check and see if she's used it. Private thoughts should only be read with permission.
Let's wait it out, diary, and see what happens.
Week seven, Tuesday.
To my surprise, I saw Zari writing in her diary today. It nearly made my heart explode with joy. I don't know what she was writing or why, but she understands the benefit of you, it seems, diary.
You have made such a positive difference in my life that I am confident you will do the same for her. Thank you for always being here for me and helping me sleep.
You are the best, diary.
As Cheryl finished writing in her diary, she was struck by the fact that it was the last page. With a blink, she smiled and then closed it up. She placed it back inside her drawer and was contented with emptying all her turbulent feelings.
Now that she had filled the small beginner diary to the brim, she only needed to ask her father for a bigger one, and tomorrow, she surely would. For now, though, she intended nothing else but to relax her clear head onto her pillow and get some sleep.
...
Cheryl decides to take time to jot her thoughts in her Diary.
Writing is Credited to me KI7 and Icy-White-Drake
Writing is Credited to me KI7 and Icy-White-Drake
Category Story / All
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The story continues, this time from Cheryl's perspective. I like how you use different writing styles for each character, and Cheryl's would be the most innocent of them.
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