"Her Diary"

This is another piece that is about a girl sharing in her diary that I wrote in class on September 2nd, 2010. I only did two entries, because, like the other piece, I didn't know if journal entries were interesting enough to keep writing about.


February 21st, 1982 (12:02am)
I could hear the sirens getting louder each second. "What happened," I thought. But, instantly I remembered, my husband is dead...and I am the one holding the knife.


January 19th, 1982 (four weeks earlier)

My life is a piece of perfection. Thomas and I just shared our ninth anniversary together. As the years go by, we fall more and more in love. Last night proved that. Counselling has really helped our marriage after Jamie's death. Jamie was....still is, our seven year old son. My own mother killed him and herself on my 25th birthday. It has only been ten months, two weeks, and six days...what a birthday gift!! She left a note saying that I wasn't a good enough daughter, and could never be a good enough daughter. I have been numb to feelings every since Jamie died. I can't cry for another person's loss. I couldn't even look at Thomas for weeks! But, we will, and are trying to work this through...I know we can. We will. Right?                 M.