114-The harshest reality.

EUDORA.

A world more bearable than mine?

What a joke.

What in heaven’s name did I just read? If the words weren’t written with bold ink but instead printed, I would have argued to death that it was all fiction. That it was just another book of woes where the hero or heroine suffers half of the book and the author only allows them little happiness on page 338 of pages 340.

But no, I held it and it was real.

It felt so real that it made goosebumps decorate my skin like a piece of art. The first thing I did was close the book and throw it back under the bed like it burned my hands and then I just sat on my bed for seconds longer than I was able to count and just…stared. Stared into blank space.

I should have stopped reading from the second entry. Should have taken the warning of the last two lines from that entry but I couldn’t stop myself from being sucked into the pages and had to move on to the third and now I wish I never did.

It was both cruel and shocking.

She lost everythin