An Entry

Dear Diary

" Words, they come naturally to me. Like beats for the drummer and strokes for the painter. It's the sole reason of my existence and I am proud of my strength to evoke them. But somehow today, the words seem to be stuck inside me screaming to be free".

She looks up from her diary to tuck a strand of hair behind her ears. Followed by a seductive bite of the cookie. Then she takes a glance at the pair of eyes. A quick one & continues to write.

" Diary, I have a question. Why does something so natural stop all of a sudden. Is it by chance or due to circumstances?"

She looks at the face the pair of eyes belong to. An angelic face that is just picture perfect shaped by a recent pixie cut. After a couple of minutes of looking she continues to write.

" I think I know the answer. Maybe because karma is a bitch"

She looks again once more. At the pair of eyes. At the face and its slumped body. Sitting a few meters away from her bed. The body that once held a life that she took with her own hands. She writes once more.

" Dear Diary. I know. Karma is a bitch. That is why my sis is still a fucking disturbance even after her death"