December 24th

"...and on a more serious note of our today's news, a horrible accident has devastated the #!^@%& Street at 9 P.M., with the effects of it ending on a rather depressing mark.

Two cars have collided at one of the street's intersections, with one car going around 96 miles per hour violently crashing into the other. Further investigations have shown that the driver of the car, who has been identified as the 24-year-old &@%$^, was under the influence of certain substances and has led to driving recklessly on the streets. The man has suffered injuries due to the crash and is now being treated at the hospital while the police is opening a criminal record due to usage of illegal substances and will suffer legal actions for DWI (Driving While Intoxicated) record.

Unfortunately, the car crash has recorded a victim. A 7-year-old girl by the name of Amelia Willson has been killed due to blood loss and head injuries resulted by the crash. The ambulance has been called at the scene spot after the accident, quickly escorting the little girl to the hospital while the doctors were trying their best to help her survive, but due to the injuries being so severe, she has met her end at 3 A.M. on her hospital bed. As for the driver of the car she was in, the 39-year-old man identified as Nicholas C. Willson, the father of the deceased little girl, has been found unconscious inside the damaged car with severe injuries, and is now resting at the hospital. The doctors told us that they have tried to call Mr. Willson's relatives to inform them about the accident, but nobody picked up the phone. Further investigations on this case by the police have shown that both of his parents have already died due to illnesses and the mother of the little girl has met complications while giving birth to her, leading to Mr. Willson being the only one responsible for her all this time. More information on this case will appear after the whole investigation is over."

December 26th

"-...Nurse! Nurse, I beg you!

-Mr. Willson, please. You have to take it easy. You just woke up. Surely you can und--

- --Where is my daughter!? Please! Nurse, tell me where is she!

-Mr. Willson you have to take it ea--

- --Where is Amelia!??"

...

"-...Mr. Willson, your daughter has... gone to a more peaceful place. You have to understand that we've done everything we could. You need to take it easy for a while, okay? She is safe and at peace now."

December 27th

"-Doctor, there is something wrong with the patient!

-Mr. Willson?

-Yes! His mental state seems to get rather... complicated.

-In what sense?

-You see... yesterday when we've come to treat his wounds, he was doing alright. He was heartbroken the moment we told him what happened to his daughter and refused to speak to us again, which we did expect, but now he began to act strangely!

-As in?

-As in... he seems as if he not able to see anything before his very own eyes. Like not even being aware of where he is or even possibly thinking that he is in a completely different space he doesn't recognise.

-So he now suffers of hallucinations. It was expected, but it is also a bit too sudden... I will guess that the news shocked him so badly to the point of damaging his perception of reality.

-Should we start giving him antipsychotic medications for potential schizophrenia from now on?

-No, not now. The episodes might not last for too long and we could give him unnecessary medications. Let's observe how things progress for a while and then we could prescribe a recipe. Until then, we should give him some emotional support and see if he gets any better."

December 28th

"-Hey, have you noticed that notebook he writes in until now?

-Hm? Oh, yeah, I noticed a few times. Though I still don't understand what's the matter with it.

-How did he get it anyway?

-Well, it was inside one of the pockets of his clothes. When I went to wash them, I took everything he had inside them and found that empty notebook, so I decided to put it next to his bed while he was resting. I mean, it didn't make sense to me why would he keep such a thing with him, but I guess I did the right thing since he doesn't stop looking at it now.

-Do you perhaps have any idea what is he writing inside it?

-Better question would be if he actually writes something there.

-What do you mean?

-I was curious myself about why he likes to keep using the pen all day, but I didn't bother asking nor looking. At some point, while he took a small nap, I came in to check on him and noticed the notebook wide open.

-And what was inside it?

-Doodles. Seriously, there is no writing at all. Whatever he thinks he is doing, those aren't words on a paper for sure.

-Maybe he writes in signs so that only he can understand?

-*sigh* Who knows at this point. But I won't bother him with such thing."

December 29th

"-Should we begin to worry?

-About what exactly?

-Mr. Willson. He didn't speak at all ever since we told him what happened to his daughter. Even when I come to give him something to eat, he just looks at me for a few seconds then completely ignores me without saying a single word. And he also refuses to take even the smallest bite.

-The doctor did say that at the moment he might suffer hallucinations from the shock. I can't even blame him to be honest. Knowing that he has nobody left to care about him and the only person he probably loved the most just died, I would've gone insane as well, probably just as depressed as he looks like.

-Are we sure there is nobody at all he might know out there though?

-Looks like it. Most of his contacts left are only colleagues from work that barely know anything about what he has been going through, let alone even know him personally at all.

-Since the new year is coming, should we give him at least a peace of cake or a small gift? You know, like people who come to visit patients do each year. Maybe it will help him cheer up?

-I wouldn't be so positive about this idea, but do as you wish."

December 30th

"-...Still refused to eat?

-Yeah... I can't even obligated the poor man, but I am trying to explain to him that it's for his own good and he still doesn't want to say a single word.

-I didn't even realised that he was this shocked from the news until now... I thought he will refuse for a day or two, but he didn't eat anything for 4 days now.

-By the looks of it, we will have to continue with the intravenous nutrition for a while. I don't think he will begin to eat any sooner.

-Can't we just talk to him gently and explain the situation?

-And you think he will listen to you? Be my guest, try your luck on this stubborn man. But if you aren't able to bring his daughter back, I don't think he will even bet an eye on you."

December 31st

It's pretty cold out here, isn't it? It got even colder than it was before. As if that was even possible. I hope the diary is okay though. Without it, I would probably lose my mind. The diary... Come to think of it, that thing was suppose to be a gift for Christmas that you should've received, right? I always knew how quiet and shy you were around people, and you never managed to express yourself properly with your own mouth. I thought that giving you a personal diary would help you express yourself better by practicing in it, and also give you some personal space at the same time. What a shame you didn't manage to receive my gift and I was the one remained to use it.

Probably my only hope back then was to give you a bit of courage. After all, my only wish for Christmas and for the new year was to see you happy. Now I can't even see you anymore. But this seems to be life. After all, it is all about ups and downs, whether we like it or not. Yet it sure hurts sometimes when you are going down, only wishing to get over this situation faster and forever forget about it. But in my case, if I was to forget about it, I would've forgotten you as well... I think my mind is somewhere else again. You know what? I would like to make a wish for the new year that is coming since the last one was a total failure. I remember how you always wanted to be a bird for a day and see the world above while flying. Your imagination was beautiful after all. So how about I wish to be able to fly, even for a few seconds? Then I will be able to tell you everything about this feeling.

January 1st

"...Unfortunately, this year starts with a sad ending on the recent news about the car crash that has happened on the #!^@%& Street during the Christmas Eve. While the one guilty of the whole incident is currently facing legal actions for his wrongdoings, yesterday around the final hour of the last day of the past year, the 39-year-old Nicholas C. Willson has took his own life near the hospital by jumping off the seventh floor he was present. The nurses explained how the man has suffered of depression ever since he has found out about his 7-year-old daughter's death by the name of Amelia Willson, refused to eat anything served at bed and had a few psychotic episodes which led to hallucinations. Though this is the end of this horrible story, we would want to give our sincere apologise to the man for suffering such traumatizing events and we hope that he is finally resting in peace alongside his daughter. And with this unfortunate event, our today's news are put to an end. We hope that you all h--"

You know, I never managed to tell you this, but your mother always wished for us to remain together for eternity and be an united family ever since she was taking care of you while you weren't even born yet. Ever since I found out that I am going to be a father, I promised myself and your mother that I will do my best to protect this family and create beautiful memories to cherish forever, even when we will get older and you will be already moved far away from us. We saw into the distant future such a wonderful hope together, but now even this was taken away from us.

Who knew this might happen? I never imagined that your mother will die by giving you life and hope, nor I imagined that a simple mistake of someone else will take you away from me as well. I do not blame anybody for what happened. I do not blame the man that took your life, nor I blame God for creating such a horrible fate. But I guess I can blame myself for not being able to keep my promise and protect you both from what was to come. Maybe I was never meant to be a father from the very beginning, but I never regretted having you as my daughter. You were my blessing in this world, my little star that shined brighter than any other star in the sky.

I hope you both can forgive me one day for breaking my promise. If not, then it's okay. All I want to know is that you both are happy. And though I couldn't fulfil that word, I will make sure to fulfil this one. My dear Amelia, please do not forget that...

"...we will meet again. I promise."

THE END.