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My Diary

diary with a lock on a table with a key next to it

Please note: this story was provided by the author and published as is.

Dear Diary,

Today is a great day because I got you as a present for my birthday! After eating breakfast my parents let me open my presents and I got a diary, a ball, new shoes and a dolly. Can you believe they still think I play with dolls? This doll has straight black hair and wears a business suit. She looks like my math tutor. Anyway, let me get to the big incident of today. That’s what my parents are calling it, “The Incident.” I was playing outside with my brother, Wiley. He is only 7 years old so I have to teach him to do everything. I was showing him all of dad’s tools in the shed and was telling him that one day he was going to be a man and would have to know about all the tools. He really liked the hammer and kept picking it up and swinging it around. I told him to stop or he was going to break something. Well, he did. He smashed a window. Luckily, we were so far away from the house that no one heard it and I promised him I wouldn’t tell dad. We left the shed and went outside and found the riding lawn mower. It is so big. Our cat, Tabby likes to nap under the riding lawn mower sometimes. Wiley really wanted to play on the riding lawn mower so I told him I knew where dad kept the keys. I know where dad keeps all of his keys. So I ran and got them. I told Wiley that I would give him the keys but I wasn’t going to play on the riding lawn mower because I know how much trouble I would get in. Wiley said he didn’t care so I threw the keys then ran away. Wiley climbed on the seat of the riding lawn mower and started it up. It was very loud. Then I heard a sickening scream. Tabby was still underneath. Tabby’s leg and tail had been run over by the riding lawn mower. I’ve never seen that much blood mixed with fur before. Tabby’s tail was amputated. The blood looked like black tar matted to Tabby’s body. By this time, my dad, my mom and my grandpa had run up to see the commotion. I kept yelling, “It was an accident! It was an accident!” My grandpa put his hand on my shoulder and led me back to the house. They told me to go to my room so now I am writing in this diary. No one asked me about the window.

Dear Diary,

All my mom does is cry. I heard her crying in her room so I went to see her. I asked her if Tabby was alive and she said that dad had to take the cat to the emergency vet. She said Tabby is gone. I then asked her if I could get another cat to replace Tabby. She wouldn’t look at me so I had to ask her again even louder to make sure she could hear me. She took a deep breath in, pinched the top of her nose and said no.

I decided I should play with Wiley today so he doesn’t think about Tabby. While I was talking to Wiley he told me that he doesn’t like my math tutor, Ms. Anne. Ms. Anne smells like moth balls and threatens to hit me with a ruler if I don’t pay attention. Wiley told me that it wasn’t a coincidence that my doll looked like Ms. Anne. I took the doll out of the drawer along with some scissors that I had snuck away from the kitchen. The doll’s painted on green eyes were so creepy because they followed you no matter what part of the room you were in. I decided to draw sunglasses on her. Unfortunately, it turned out that the doll now has two black holes for eyes. I took the scissors and chopped her hair short thinking that would help make the doll look a little better. I gave the doll to Wiley and you will never guess what he did. He threw her down the stairs! He said that the doll is now a voodoo doll of Ms. Anne. I couldn’t believe it! But then again Wiley always liked to play pranks. We liked to pretend that grandpa was a Russian spy because he always wore a hearing aid. One time, Wiley took grandpa’s ear piece and did a show and tell to his class and told everyone at school that this was proof he was a spy and that they should torture grandpa for secrets. I thought the whole prank was silly but my dad did not. He blamed me for Wiley’s actions like I made him do it. It doesn’t matter, it just made me and Wiley closer. Oh I almost forgot, Wiley thinks he knows where we can find another pet.

Dear Diary,

Ms. Anne and I were doing our math homework at the kitchen table like usual except today she was being exceptionally irritating. After 15 minutes of her lecturing me, I slammed my pencil down and ran upstairs. Ms. Anne started screaming for me to come back down but she knew I wouldn’t unless she came and got me herself. I heard her oversized feet creak each step. Wiley must have heard her too because he got my ball and kicked it as hard as he could right at her face. Ms. Anne was not expecting that and fell down the stairs. Her bones creaked louder than the stairs when she fell down. While Ms. Anne was curled up on the bottom of the stairs crying, I saw Wiley race down the stairs with a pair of scissors. He stood behind Ms. Anne as she was attempting to sit up on her elbows and cut a chunk of her hair off. He was much faster than Ms. Anne and he ran away. Of course, I got blamed for it since Wiley is just a little kid. Before Ms. Anne left, I heard her shout to my parents, “How can you live with that psychopath?!” My mom started crying and my dad sent me to my room and locked the door from the outside. I guess they are scared Wiley is going to hurt me. Good thing I have this diary to keep me busy while I’m stuck in my room. I didn’t do any math today.

Dear Diary,

Wiley took me to the attic. The attic is easy to get to since all you have to do is go to the very top of the stairs into our grandpa’s room and find the little door. Inside the attic there is a standing mirror with a sheet over it, a box full of my old baby clothes, a box full of useless papers and a lot of old pictures. As I bent over the box and shuffled through the papers, I found a wooden box that had a red tint to it. While I stuck both hands in the box to pull it out, I realized that the attic was too quiet. Slowly, I pulled the box out and turned around. Wiley was standing in the middle of the room with a box of matches in his hand. He put his index finger to his lip to silence me. That’s when we both heard it. It was a faint sound of something skimpering. WIley tracked the sound to the corner of the room. There was a mouse with half of his upper body stuck to a sticky pad struggling to break free. Wiley crouched down next to it. He lit one of the matches and held it up the mouse’s tail. The mouse started to hopelessly squirm. I told Wiley to stop and look around. It looked like this attic would quickly catch on fire with all the dust and junk so he put the box of matches in his pocket. He took his hand and wrapped it around the mouse. He lifted up the mouse to meet his eyes and the sticky paper went along with it. He started violently shaking the mouse. I had to explain that that wasn’t going to free the mouse from the paper. He said he knew that as he tightened his grip. I knew I had to get out of the attic. At this point, I decided to distract him with a game of hide and seek. Wiley loves to be the seeker so I told him I was going to hide somewhere where he would never find me.I left him in the attic to go hide.

That’s when I heard the scream. It was grandpa. I left my spot and went to see what was the matter. Grandpa said he found a dead mouse on top of his pillow. He said the mouse ooked like it had been squeezed to death and part of the tail was missing. I heard Wiley tell him he deserved it because he was a Russian spy! I was the only one that laughed. My dad told me he was going to punish me because he knew I did it. He wouldn’t give me any time to explain. He started to scream and that upset grandpa because he had to sit on the bed, gasping for breath and touching his chest. Dad stopped yelling about the mouse and decided to take grandpa to the hospital for his heart. Mom stayed at home but she sat in a rocking chair outside with her face in her hands.

I was left alone with Wiley inside. He told me he had a plan. While our parents were gone taking Grandpa to the hospital, Wiley and I put tape over the locks. This way when my parents went to lock me inside my room at night I would have a way out. I am absolutely sick of being locked away like a prisoner. We made a plan to sneak out of our rooms in the middle of the night to meet up.

I can’t believe the tape worked. I couldn’t find Wiley in the hallway so I checked our parents room. He was standing over our parents watching them. I stood right next to him trying to figure out what he was looking at. I became aware of my breathing and tried to breathe slow and quietly. I don’t know how long I was standing there. My dad suddenly opened his eyes and gasped. Jumping out of bed, he led me back to my room. Today he put a deadbolt on my door to lock it from the outside. I feel like a prisoner in this house.

Dear Diary,

My dad unlocked the deadbolt and told me to come downstairs as soon as I was ready. I knew something was up so I made my way down the stairs quickly. I sat down at the kitchen table across from my dad while my mom slumped against the wall behind me. He said there was someone who wanted to meet me. She was a doctor and was very interested in our family. She sat at the head of the table and brought out a lot of pieces of paper, crayons and colored pencils. She asked me to draw a picture of my family. I started with me in the center of the paper. Then on my right I drew my dad with his mouth open yelling, my mom crying, my grandpa lying down in a hospital bed and then on my right I drew Wiley smiling giving me a hi-five.

I thought the picture was cute but I could hear my mother sniffling behind me which meant that she was about to start crying. The doctor pointed to Wiley and asked who that was. I told her that it was my little brother, Wiley. The doctor looked at me without blinking and said, “where is Wiley right now?” I looked around the room. I turned my head around and saw my mom leaning on the wall with a handkerchief to her nose. I slammed down my colored pencil and stood up on the chair. I rotated my body so I could stare my mother in the eye. “Where ​is Wiley?” I felt so much anger towards my mom. She better not say what I think she’s going to say. She will pay for this if she says the wrong thing. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and my fists started to clench. I know how to make her cry even harder. “Where IS Wiley?” I asked her face to face. My mom wouldn’t look at me. She looked at the doctor and said, “Wiley isn’t here. He doesn’t exist.”

I jumped down from the chair and screamed, “LIAR!” I told the doctor I could prove he exists. My dad, the doctor and my mom followed me up the stairs to my room. I flung my drawer open and pulled out my diary. “This! This is proof that Wiley exists!” I kept shouting. My dad pushed me aside. Something inside the drawer caught their attention. He pulled out the wooden box and slammed it on the table. As they opened the lid to the box, I snuck out of the door and deadbolted them in. I knew what was in that box. Inside is a bloody piece of the cat, my grandfather’s hearing aid, my math tutor’s hair and the mouse’s tail singed at the tip from the matches I have in my pocket. Now they are the prisoners in my room!

I crawled through the little door to the attic, took out my matches and started lighting things on fire. After creating a small fire, I made my way outside. I knew my best option was to run away but I couldn’t just yet. Right now I am sitting under a tree writing in my diary. As I look up I can see my window which has iron bars around it. Good thing my dad took extra precautions to make sure I wouldn’t escape from my room. I thought I would feel happy watching my three helpless prisoners but I honestly don’t feel anything.