Dear Diary. Chapter 12.

Dear Diary,

I have finally made it. In the end, as I always imagined it would be, night after night, for ten long years, I have escaped. I escaped from that horrible and abysmal void inside the mirror.

I have, unfortunately, the knowledge that my actions were not the most appropriate. I, Elena Miller, from the depths of my soul, regret having done what I did, but if I did not escape from that prison, my diary, no one would ever free me. And I would never see Mom again.

I also feel sorry for Matthew. He was only six years old when all this happened. Just as his life completely lost its meaning, so did his existence within the real world. Inside the world where my mother is. Matthew had a bright future ahead of him and he surely must be wondering right now where he is, however, I can no longer provide him any answer.