Chapter 3

"?!?!"

That... wasn't me!

There's no way that could be ME!

My breath got heavier and started becoming hard to breathe. Something started choking me.

Back in my room, I stood in front of the mirror and tried smiling again and again.

'That must be my imagination...'

'I still couldn't forget the sight of that smile on his face, and that must be the reason!'

I exhale a sigh of relief.

'But to think that today would be the last day I'll ever see him was truly... weird?'

'What might have happened after I immediately leave from there?!'

'I should have at least slapped him once.'

...

Suddenly a thought emerged in my mind.

"Didn't I too want him dead today?!"

"How come... he's truly dead?!?!"

"I-It's definitely a coincidence, right!?"

I started sweating, and my body was trembling intensely; I clasped my hands tightly though the shaking won't stop.

Even though I'm trying to consider this situation as a coincidence, I, myself am aware of the fact that this is not a coincidence anymore!

"A-am I CURSED?!"

"Was it... actually my fury the reason for his horrible death?!"

Suddenly, my eyes fell on a line in the diary next to me,

"Today, every drop of blood in my body wanted him to have a taste of that one death he can never forget, even in hell!... I think it would be much better for a guy like him not to exist..."

My eyes got wider!

I immediately started going through all the previous writings, and it felt like the pages became heavier; as the hand of death; to turn!

To my great shock, I noticed that all those unexpected, illogical, strange things that kept happening to me were merely those wishes I wrote in my diary...

"I wish it would Rain today...*emoji*"

"I hope there won't be any crowds today *emoji*; I hate standing in long lines for hours...*emoji*"

"Shopping with friends after a long time; surely going to purchase the whole mall! Wouldn't it be great if there were some delightful discounts as well...*emoji*"

...

'Did all of this happen because I wrote it down in my diary wishing for it to?!' I snort.

In a situation like this, there are two possible feelings that one person might go through right now; Shock or Panic_

For me, it's neither shocking nor frightening instead... I strangely felt a sense of Thrill in it!

Not only I can't understand my feelings anymore but also my emotions as well!

I kept staring at the blank white pages of the diary without caring for the time.

I grabbed the pen and started writing on the blank page.

"I want my hair to be short..."

...

It's the noisy alarms sound_

It's the 5th of January.

It was a relief looking at my long braids in the mirror.

Yup, my fault for believing in such a thing...

The same morning routine.

I've decided to spend the rest of the day at home today; it's not like these days I'm having quite a fine day outside though.

Except for watching TV in the living room, there's nothing to do for me now and had no idea when...

I dozed off!

I woke up to the loud voice of Amy saying,

"Amelia!! What have you done!!"

As I opened my eyes, I saw my hair on the floor and a kid... holding scissors.

I slowly reached out my hair and funny enough,

"It's short..." I mumbled.

"Mama, Amelia gave this pretty sister a pretty haircut!"

My eyes kept staring at that kid more than my hair.

"No... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!"

"Oh no..."

"M-miss please forgive m-me..."

"I-I shouldn't have brought Amelia along with me today!"

"Mama?"

I burst into laughter.

The confused face of her was worth seeing.

"You.. you won't believe it, but I was just thinking of having a short haircut yesterday!"

"And your daughter... just gave me one though it's absolutely messed up."

I continued laughing; it's not like I didn't stop; I couldn't stop...

Also, I have no idea what I was saying.

And in the end,

Amy trimmed my hair and perfectly fixed her daughter's mess.

I could still see how hilarious my reaction was to her by her facial expression, Probably!

...

What do you think I laughed for?

What do you think about how I would feel seeing my short hair in the mirror right now?

And which expression would suit me?

...

Here it is! My cute short hair.

I'm Amazed...

I'm truly Amazed...

I couldn't take off my eyes from the mirror!

By now, any normal person would be extremely terrified to the point that she would burn it immediately.

But here's my mind's telling me to do something that my body doesn't.

Why am I like this?

I don't know.

...

So this time what I again wrote was,

"I want my long hair back..."

'What will happen now?!' I wondered

I would be lying if I say my hands didn't shake still, I wrote it; Against the will of my body because the curiosity inside my body is triggering me!

'My life, isn't it already ruined?'

'It's like a storm just smashed the happy house play of mine.'

'But what is this hesitating scaredness for?!'

'Even if this writing of mine does come true; I can just burn the diary, forever!'

'The headache isn't me or my life; it's this Diary...'

I have already experienced enough impossible situations to get shocked. I don't think there's more left to shock me now...

What annoys me most is that I can't remember, not a single thing, related to this Diary! Who gave me? Where did I get that from? How long I have been using this, and many other questions that have no answers...

The more I try to dig the more I think my body is trying to give me a warning! Besides, not to mention her, Cordelia!

Am I the only one who's bothered by her presence and her behavior? Every time I see her it feels like she's observing me, and my every step, and there's that veil of her!

It's only been a few days since she started working here; I can't even find a specific reason to request my father to change her.

While going through these thoughts of mine,