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This week I got something different for you. This week in my blog post I'm posting a story which I wrote.  It's called The Lost Diary of N. Even I, the writer was emotionally touched while writing it. I didn't see where my story went. I hope you love it and it touches your heart. I can promise you that you won't regret reading this. This story would help you even if you're sad or happy. 

The story:

The Lost Diary of N

I am Millie Stevenson and I’m 14. Today morning when I woke up, there was a notification on my phone that it is a day of reality and realisation. No matter how hard I tried to remember, I couldn’t recall what the event was. It is because of the fact that I do this a lot. I always keep notifications and reminders on my phone. That habit started from the age of eleven. I was lost in the world of thoughts that I forgot it was my dad’s birthday. Just a month before that, I had gifted mommy a keychain as her birthday gift. I was so guilty when I finally found out that it was his birthday. I don’t even have a sibling to remind me of such occasions. I decided to go to my gallery where I have all my photos and all the dates. After scrolling for a couple of minutes, I found out what the event was. I saw the picture of a house we moved in last year at LA. We moved out of there to here within a week which might be the reason I forgot about it. I don’t want to forget about it again and that is why I am writing this on my blog. I’m not making you bored anymore with the lagging introduction. 

It was a peaceful summer like this year’s. This is 2018 and that was 2017. Daddy got a new job in LA and so we moved there. Mommy works from home so it didn’t create a lot of fuss. The house was small but I found it cosy in the first look. After all, it was only the three of us. But after a single day inside it, I felt like it was a lot more of peace and silence unlike other places. As a person who loves to write and blog, I should’ve found it lovely. But trust me, that large volume of peace, silence, calmness and serenity is torture. I felt like I was sad. No, it wasn’t just sadness but also it was like some kind on depression or like my aunt Narcissa says, a mental disorder. That morning in the second day there, daddy ran for work and mommy sat in her laptop to ghost-write for a celebrity. Mommy didn’t want me to disturb her. I had no friends in the neighbourhood and a lot of my friends were going to a concert which made me off in the real word and in the technological world. As usual, the world of fantasies was the only world which could take this refugee. But no matter what, I couldn’t even write the first word in the white paper. Something was bothering me and even I couldn’t tell what it was. I even reached a point where I was scratching my head out of my frustration. I sighed and decided to check out the basement for a spooky feeling. I wanted a spooky feeling because I wanted to write a horror story next. I opened the basement and god it smelled horrible. Mommy had asked me not to go in there but she also had asked me not to disturb her. I had to do one thing. I saw a dusty old trunk in a corner. I got out of the basement and put on a face mask. I took gloves, goggles and a torch. I ran back to the basement. I kept the torch in a vertical position so that there’d be a lot of light in the whole room. I opened the trunk. There were some neatly folded dresses, pink sheets, a teddy bear, a framed photo, a wooden clock and finally, a book and a pen. It all looked as if it came from the 80’s. Another thing I noticed, I couldn’t move the trunk no matter what. I kept looking at the framed photo. It was a family of four. I suppose that it was a mom, dad, son and a daughter. The trunk might be of the daughter’s because the dresses are completely a girl dresses. I looked around and there wasn’t anything else in that basement except cobwebs and dust. I kept back each and everything I scattered around back in the trunk. As I was about to close it, I had a really bad idea. It isn’t just bad but worse, I wanted to read that diary. It was a green colour. I closed the trunk and walked back to my room with the book in my hand. I opened the first page and it was clearly written that:

Heartily welcoming you to the world of ‘N’ (Nancy).

Here the sky is not hard to see. 

I loved it. I decided to see how long this world was but, it was only ten pages and the only content in each page was a single quote. I was disappointed, but I decided to read those ten quotes in either ways. The ten quotes:

🖤 Silence would be appreciated Martha. Our daughter will die this week. I want her to die peacefully. Do you think she’ll enjoy seeing her mother weeping?- Daddy

🖤 Nancy, believe in god. He loves us. He would never put us in pain without a reason. The pain you are going through is just one of his tests to see how strong you are and I know my girl would get full marks in it.-Mommy 

🖤   Nancy, to whom will I talk at home when you fly away? -Nate

🖤 Nance, it’s all going to be alright. Daddy’s with you and so is Momma. I promise you that…Good night sweetheart- Daddy

🖤 Is that all you want star? You just want see the sky? I’ll take you. Star; just don’t forget that it is because of some stars that we see the sky. Well, I call you a star because do you know what? The star shines and burns for all of us. You have always been a star and always should be.  – Daddy

🖤 Nancy, you’re getting better-Mommy

🖤 Nance, no matter what, you’re my best friend forever- Best friend Brooke

🖤 Nancy, you’re the best sister ever- Nate

🖤 I’m sorry sweetheart-Mommy

🖤 Star, I love you infinite.-Daddy

🖤 We’ll go see the sky together tomorrow.-Daddy and Mommy

Are you crying? I’m also tearing up. As I found out later that year, Nancy Pink or Nance or star or N, was a girl who had cancer. Mr and Mrs Pink are now settled in Queens. Their son, N’s brother Nathaniel is now studying at MIT. My mom found me crying in my room later that day. She published N’s book and it has gained international importance. I felt it much harder in that house after that day that now I have counselling sessions every month. I have some mental disorders which is why I even forgot what the day was. As a person who was joyful in her life, I never knew such things were so deep. I only knew and wrote about fantasies. I’d cry about fantastical lives. I had everything. I had a happy life. There were no pains in my life. That day when I got the book, I realized that fantasies are nothing. It had a terrible impact on my life but just like Mrs Pink said. I believe that I’m getting better. Life is… I don’t know man!  Nancy only wanted to see the sky but why?

How was the story? I know...I know. I loved the story I wrote. I hope you loved it. Please leave a comment for me about the story. Thank you for reading. Wishing you good days ahead

Anastasia

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