Chapter Three: MarissaA Chapter by PhillitupAs far as I'm concerned, this is all crazy. I don't even know what's going on with my own daughter. I'm a terrible mother. I should be helping Della, not hinking she's crazy. I don't even know if she understands what she wrote. What if me and my mom are the only ones who know that she might be in danger. I know it's crazy, I am siding with the crazy. Her mind is special.
Last summer, I was in the garden and she goes running by, screaming at the top of her longs about an ogre chasing her. Ogres don't exist! But, I am a trained scientist. That was my dreams before John, my boyfriend, got me pregnant and ran. I was even past college, applying to survive in the real world.
He ruined my life. Since I'm a scientist, I bet I can figure out what's going on. And if I can't, I guess I can live with it until she turns 18 and moves away. The world is a dangerous place. What if Della is right? If danger is coming, then what kind of danger? When is it coming? Why? I have so many questions.
There's only one place I might be able to get some answers. Della's journal. I bought her the journal so that she might not be as crazy, maybe I could dampen the outward oddness. Then, I would also have a portal to her thoughts. Soon, I realized that the journal made it worse. Della won't give up the journals though. I haven't even seen her concentrate when writing or drawing something in one of the journals. I've started thinking that she might not be responsible for the images and words. It might come from wherever she goes in her brain. I have to start reading her old stash. In this year alone, shes gone through 10 journals.
I need to figure this out soon. I don't care what it takes...I hope I'm doing the right thing for her, for us. © 2012 PhillitupReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 25, 2012 Last Updated on November 25, 2012 AuthorPhillitupFLAboutI am 14-years-old. I find inspiration all over the place: memories, ideas, things I notice. I like believing in things that others find impossible. I think that's the way I hope for a better future. .. more..Writing
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