Dear Diary
                              I escaped the cult, even though I don't remember escaping. I need to get as far away from the place I woke up in. I don't want them finding me. For all I know they could have dumped me here, just to come back and retrieve me. I need to make it back to London from where ever here is. At least I still have my stuffed cat Autumn she'll keep me safe for now.


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(Willows pov)

"Owww my head" I touch my head it seems to be bleeding. "W-where am I" this place it doesn't seem familiar. It's not the cage I was trapped in. I look around, I'm in a sparse field. I get up and look at the sun setting in the distance. I remember people use the sun and stars to navigate. I start to head in the direction of London.

I collapse on the way down the dirt road. My head it's ringing and I can't see. I use all my strength and push my self back up. I have to keep going I can't give up like this. I crawl up the dirt road. I find a note book on the side of the road it's brown leather and there's a quill inside. I open it and it's blank. I find a tree and sit under it. I take a gagged rock and cut my palm. I let the blood drip on the hard soil beneath me. I take the quill and make my first entry in my new diary. I soon fall asleep under the tree, note book in my lap and my stuffed cat Autumn snug in my arms.

I wake up to the sun blaring on my face. The rays broken up by the branches and leaves of the tree. A smooth breeze flows past blowing my white hair gently to the side. I look down to my hand to see my palms dirty. My self inflicted cut is dry, and now scabbed over. I take my pouch and pack my rock. My stuffed cat, my new diary and quill. I start walking in the direction of London once more. My vision still blurred from yesterday. But I keep going, because I refuse to give in so easily.

       I'm so tired, 'why don't you let me take over for awhile.' I whip my head around to see who spoke. "Nothing's there it just must be my imagination." 'No it's not your imagination I'm real very real.' 'Who are you and why are you in my head.' 'Not your head our head I'm you well not you but the other you.' "This can't be real I'm talking to myself, why am I talking to myself."

         I woke up in a cold sweat. In a small ally in what looks like London. My head pounding, it's very dark and I can't see very well. I stand and walk down the narrow space. It's very quiet, not even the familiar sound of rats scurrying about can be heard. Just the sound of my bare feet thumping on the soil.

       I make it to the end of the ally. The first thing I see is the familiar shop of the under taker. I sit down and take my jagged rock out of my satchel. I cut over the old cut and let the blood drip out of my palm onto the cold soil. I open my diary and dip the quill in the freshly spilled blood.

       Dear diary
                          
               I heard the voices in my head again. I thought I got rid of them. But they came back, as if from a deep slumber. As if they never left in the first place. I blacked out today or yesterday I don't remember or know how long I was out. Nor do I remember what I did while I was blacked out. All I do know is I woke up in a dark narrow alleyway.

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         The sun rose a few hours ago. I don't think I got sleep, I don't seem to feel tired. The whispering inside my head is louder than normal. I've been walking around London for hours. I feel someone tap my shoulder I turn around nothings there. I shrug it off passing it as my imagination.

      The streets got fairly crowded a few minutes ago. The sound of people bustling threw the busy streets. Benders shouting prices on imported goods. People conversing together in nice cloths. A church bell from above me rang and people exited the church probably from weekend prayers.

          I stand there watch the people file out. My thought jumbled and all over the place. 'You should run somethings behind you.' My paranoia kicks in and I start running. Before I can completely comprehend what I'm doing and where I am going.

     "Get away from me!" I shout out. My vision goes completely black. I feel my body plummeting to the hard ground. My ears are ringing my hand twitches. I slip out of consciousness.

     Thanks for reading please leave a like, vote or a comment tell me what you think and if you enjoyed this so far chapter two will be out if requested or enough votes are collected and if I'm into writing another chapter bye everyone have a good day afternoon night I don't judge