What It Takes To Remember (On Hold)

It's dark in this hideaway. I can only see the glint of my sword and I've only been here for 3 hours and I'm already sick of it. Right now my butt is plonked on a large rock and my feet and curled up behind me. There is no room. The worst thing is that every 30 seconds right on the dot, a drip of water fall from the roof. I am going crazy in here. I've only got this diary. I guess that's the problem with ADHD.

Leaving and not saying goodbye was the hardest thing. I miss her already I can't even write her name, it brings back to many memories.

I packed little stuff; A sword, a diary, a clean shirt a watch with a photo of her. Hpefully nobody will notice I'm gone for awhile. I have to stay hidden.

I knew I should never have been nosying around. They say curiosity killed the cat, in this case I will be killed soon enough. I'm looking into old myths and legends for something I heard of a while ago, I'm hoping it can help me.

I've been thinking about the secret wondering if I should tell someone. She always comes to my mind first but I brush it away quickly. Maybe I should write it down. I want it somewwhere In case I die, people need to know the truth.

Why am I even writing this? Was it always In the back of mind mind to tell you? Maybe this was always my destiny, to die. Maybe it was my destiny to be a hero. I'm not sure, but what I do know is I will find out soon enough.

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