Blue

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I only write again when something extreme happens.
Is there something rotten that I want to say?
Dear me, do you know?

Dear Diary,

It was one sunny afternoon when I went with my friends to buy some supplies for my room. My room was messy and smelly when I left it, and I will expect the same when I came back. We met up at the bus station and talked about the things that had happened recently. One friend said:

"I've passed."

I don't.

"God gave me everything that I need."

God didn't do the same.

"Glory to Him."

Silence.

...

"That's nice, sis. We need to celebrate. God really has a plan for you." the other said. I stood calmly on the other side.

The new talker turned to me.

"It's okay, Ish. God must've had a reason why you failed."

I give a weak smile.

"Thanks."

They hugged me.

"Thanks."

Was all I could say.
-

Dear Diary,

It started to rain by past 2 and we bought umbrellas in the nearest convenience store. They bought coffee and stuff and still I stood unmoved on the corner. Nobody asked me what's wrong, why would they ask though? I'm just being the usual self.

"Sis, you're quiet as usual."

I gave a weak smile.

"But you're paler than usual."

I gave a frail smile.

"Sis, are you okay?"

And a thousand words came running down my spine.
Billion symbols to decode.
Unending reason I should cry.

"I am."

And just by that...

"Okay."

They turned and walked away again.
I only needed a push but nobody wanted to know more.
And I followed through.
-

Dear Diary,

It was 6 pm and we're eating by the counter. Sugars, yeasts, eggs and butter, who would've want to miss the cheese?

"It really is amazing in here. Like this is the best bread house I've ever been."

Me too.

"And the cream are so creamy and sweet."

They were supposed to be.

"I know, and the chocolate so thick."

"Yes, I agree with you sis."

Nope, I don't.

"I love how the bread is smooth against the tongue."

"And how good its smell is."

Oh.

I smelled the bread.

I should buy more.
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Dear Diary,

It was already 7:30 and we're walking home. Laughing, giggling, teasing all the way and still, I am on the last line of the row and nobody gives a damn.

"Are you okay there, Ish?"

I gave a weak smile.

"Juls, look there's a star."

Clyie pointed the sky.

When did the night sky lost it star tho?

But still I looked unconsciously. Though I know the star wasn't meant for me. For Clyie called Juls for it. And with Patricia on her hand they altogether looked at the starry night.

And I was left behind them.
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Dear Diary,

By 8pm, my three so-called friends started to scare each other. They talked abt ghosts and stuff and I am still 2 meters behind them. Their voices soft then loud. Shaky then sharp. It's only them and their brains who made something that they would be scared for. I love the darkness as much as I love the sun.

"Juls, there's a girl behind you."

Yep, that'd be me. I'm behind you gals.

"No way!"

Juls started running off while the other two laughed loudly. Clyie turned to me.

"Hey, you okay there?"

I gave a weak smile.

Patricia and Clyie went after Juls. And they left behind. Now, we have 4 meters gap.

5 meters

6...

7...

"Ish, come along!"

I moved my feet and went to them. We hugged and they held my hand. Forming a circle together, Clyie said:

"Best friends forever?"

"Best friends forever."
The other two said while I lip sync.

Before separating ways by the intersection, Patricia called me.

"Ish, if ever you see someone like the grudge or annabelle. Make sure to call us, okay?"

I replied with a thin smile and a nod.

They waved goodbye to me, and I walked 500 meters more.
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Dear Diary,

By 9:30, I'm home. It would only took 20 minutes by walk but the girls are so dramatic on the highway. I opened the door and with a squeak, the darkness welcomed me.

Before I could go and open the lights, I saw a silhouette in the dark (which is impossible) and it moved and came near.

It was there on my room.

The girl Juls, Patricia and Clyie are talking about. The grudge-like girl holding an anabelle doll. Smells like rotten meat and skin as pale as moon. It reached out to me and held my shoulder.

"Hi there blue, I've brought snacks."

The being's eye widened and sit kn my bed. I opened the lamp and closed the door. Unpacked the paper bags and gave the meat to Blue.

"How's your day?" I pet her chin and head.

He looked to me and stare it was petrifying but i'm used to it. Blue is so ugly but I love her. She's a demon and was dead since 768 BC. The doll was her sister's.

I gave another meat to her and sit on the floor. I saw her enjoying her food and I smiled, not weak, but real.

My room smells like dead rodents but I don't care. Blue's been living with me since my parents abandoned me and all I had was her. She's everything.

I gave the last slice of meat to her and she enjoyed the human flesh greatly.

"Sorry, I took 30 minutes late to give you your meal."

She purred.

"Clyei was so good at fighting so I can't debone her quickly."

The sound of satisfied beast in the background.

"Did you liked it Blue?"

I saw a weak smile.

"Maybe not then, I give you another good meat tomorrow."

I stood up and went to the refrigerator.

"I'll just chill Patricia and Juls."