Bronte's Diary

Hello world this is Bronte!

And how cheerful she is ¬¬

SO Since Crimson is dead and all, i no longer go crazy when mad, i kinda miss it actually...

Im now Head elder and aura shamen of my homeplace

When father dies i'll be first in line to be cheif-ess

Which will be cool

if i can put up with this crap that long.

Every other week father attempts to kill me buy burrying me alive in our garden ¬¬

i get out eventually.

I went down to wammys yesterday, purely down to boredom
I had to cake myself in foundation to hide all the bruising because i dont need them asking questions and being nosey.

My aura shamen power is becoming stronger and stronger


Hikari even asked me to help her bring Sam back! ^^

In a way, i miss wammys and kinda want to go back

but everyone there hates my guts

so it'd be just as bad (if not worse) than home.


Maybe i should just go travelling and continue my fashion business elsewhere?

We're going to die.

All of us

Hikari, Kymisha, Lilly, Rosa, Shauna and Myself

we're cold, we dont get cold.

We're trapped.

And scared.

none of us know what to do.

We were taken, someone with red hair, ivory skin and laughing deamon red eyes

Not Crimson

we killed her.

Someone else.

Her name was Liza

No one can help us.

No one knows where we are.

We're going to die.

We're going to die.

Cold. Cold. Cold.

Getting colder colder and colder still.

Water. Up to our ankles.

Scared. and getting terrified.

Hungry. And getting starving.

Tired. And getting exauhsted.

None of us talk. We dare not breath too loud. For fear that Liza is watching us.

Blood. Everywhere. I can smell its iron smell and taste it too.

It hurts. so much.

The pain.

Its all i can think about.

The blood. The pain.

Seconds? Minuetes? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months?

How long have we been here?

I have no idea.

I tried to keep track.

But eventually even i had to admit deafet.

We've been beaten.

How long will we be preserved like this?

Tortured in our half dead state?

We're too week to cure even the smallest bruises.

Help is never coming.

Because no one cares about the girls that ruined wammys.

The girls that sent everything crazy.

The girls that let insanity rule their minds.

The girls that deserve everything they get.

We're going to die.

We're going to die.

Blue fingers. Blue toes. Colder and colder and colder still.

Water. Up to our waist and rising fast.

Fast.

We're going to die.

[The writing from now on being smudged by water and barely readable]

We're going to die.

Up to our necks.

...

It stopped?

Its draining?

Back to our waist?

Just to scare us then.

Help us.

I know no one is there.

but please.

HELP US.

We're going to die.

Scared.

So scared.

Even I dont know what to do.

But they're relying on me.

The intelligent one.

To figure this out.

So I will.

I dont care how long it takes.

we ARE going to get out of here.

But I'm scared.

No one can read this.

So no one knows.

So no one can help us.

We're going to die.