Death Greets Me: Dairy of Angelia

January 15, 2030

Dear Diary,

It's me…

You know ... Angelia Star Dwyer.

I know I haven't written upon your pages since I was thirteen; I guess you're mad with me. Leaving you unfilled with stories of my life, my dreams, or my little dark secrets. I didn't want to bore your pages of my life, which became meaningless or was completely empty.

So, all I would do is complain about this life that never changes for me that kept getting worse by the day, but let's not talk about that. I want to write on your page today to tell you what happens to me. I want this to be my record of what changes my little boring life into something meaningful and worth wild. I hope you will be happy with what I will tell you, my beloved diary.

Today was supposed to be like any other day. I slept in until my legs hurt. Damning me to move, telling me to get up and move about in this room. I refuse this time. I turn over in bed, curling up as I stare for a bit. It was alone seven am; I thought about the time for a moment before turning my back on it. I just wanted more sleep. The reason I am laying here, not bothering to get it since I move back home with my parents.

I lost my job three months ago as accounting in this big firm on wall street. I only told them I was being lay off inside of my head. Honestly was being fired. I was going to be homeless in a matter of days. Being back home in my old room that hasn't changed over ten years of being away was kind of scary to me at first I didn't think my parent would keep it the same, but being the youngest and only girl of five can put a lot of weights on your shoulder a bit.

My mom was excited to have me home in her words " I can finally have someone to talk to" in my head, someone to complain to about dad and how lazy he become over the years. My Dad wasn't surprised to see me home. He simply pulls me close and told me it was their loss.

I smile at him and nodding my head. Trying to escape into my room, wanting to hide from the world. I refuse to leave my house sometime. Just because the neighbors are too noisy and question everything and when you see your old friends or classmate from high school... well I felt like am going dead a premature death.

So, this explains can explain why I was lying in bed refusing to show the world my face. I was getting comfortable back in bed as I fall asleep. But I was beginning to have weird dreams and really didn't know how to explain it. All I know I was passing by many people and I was smiling. They were greeting me in away. Felt like they were welcoming me home. As if been gone for a long time.

It was getting creepy when I spotted a man. I could never see his face, it was covered in darkness like everyone else, but I can feel him smiling at me telling me. Wanting me to follow him. But I refused to. I told him I wasn't ready to go yet. I turned around to run away. I woke up laying in my bed in cold sweats. My stomach woke me up this time, but I haven't opened my eyes full.

I look around my room for a moment. I could feel the sunlight reflecting against my face as I try to open my eyes. As I open my eyes saw it staring at me. It was cloaked in black, its eyes were red. A pale hand waved out to me. I wanted to scream, but my voice laid in silence my body was numbly refusing to move at my will. All that was running to throw my mind was ... " Did Death Just Wave at me?"

I didn't know what to do. It didn't move from its spot it stays there lingering over me not afraid of the light that bleeds through the curtains, but before my lips can make out a word, I fall asleep. I felt my body wrap within the sheets. I felt the weight of the world hang onto me tightly. I woke up again only to see the sun going down. Only to realize I slept my day away.

My mother came to my room. Knocking on the door. It worried her to think I was sick or something all she said was my body was overheating. I didn't tell my mom the truth. I didn't want her to worry or freak out. So, I thought it best I wrote it down so I can keep it to myself, but not sure for how long. I hope this makes you happy dairy hope these filled your page well until next time. I write something again.

As always,

Angelia S. D