Chapter 10

What kind of witchcraft is this?

I gawp at him, so sure I’m dreaming and should pinch myself to break this god-awful nightmare once and for all.

Diaries of years and years of having no one else to turn to and offload the horrors of my life. This was how I got it out of my head and battled to breathe another day. I put everything into these dire little notebooks. Every woe and dark secret. Every confession and dying dream. It was my outlet to stay sane, and I used them to tear the horror out of my brain and lock them away to burden the books instead of me.

These journals contain every horrid, dark, painful memory I never want to examine again. Almost like cutting open my skull and letting the pictures pour out across the floor for him to see in all their detailed glory. I was always a good descriptive writer; it was my therapy, and now sitting here, it’s the worst thing I ever did. I never intended for anyone to see them, let alone Alexi.

I shove the box away