DISCLAIMER ◉‿◉
This book is a work of fiction. Mention of characters, places are purely coincidental.
This book also contains violence, horror, mental conditions and some controversial takes/claims/beliefs. Please read with an open mind and a wary heart.
DEDICATED TO:
Students
Teachers
Staff/Workers
Dreamers
To anyone who sees this diary, may you be guided by The Light from above.
-Leela
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"What is this? Are you writing a book?" a gentle feminine voice was heard as a lady visited the dark room.
"Mhm." The man replied with zero enthusiasm.
The woman knew the mood, but still desired for an answer. "For what?"
"…", The man stood up from his seat and left the room, leaving the ignored lady's question hanging.
When the door shut, she decided to approach the table full of crumpled papers. That man was working rowdy, he couldn't even throw away his mess. It seemed like he was completely stressed. There she touched the book, she didn't need to ask for permission, he's not in the room anyway.
As she flipped through the pages, she gradually furrowed her brows closer. After reaching the half of the book, she went back to the first page to check her intuition.
FINAL VERSION OF THE MANUSCRIPT
Title: The Violet Diary
Started: April 19, 2000
Finished: December 20, 2XXX
Author: Puti
So, he's writing a book.. again. He's going to mess with the principles and morals of the world like he did before, God surprisingly let him do the job his way. But this woman is familiar with what the man had just finished writing, she seems to have an idea what's stirring up.
After skimming through the chapters, she looks up to the glass window beside her. The view was dark and cloudy, as if this place stood in a realm in the sky.
"He's back for revenge." she sighed, leaving the man's terrible room of trembling secrets and doomed fate of the living.