The Pen Wielders

Tragedy Drama

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The Pen Wielders

Tragedy Drama

The Diary Of A Warrior

The Diary Of A Warrior

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Day 1

The hospital gown stinks. I don’t want to wear this. But the doctor said and I quote, “No exceptions!” I could not do much but abide. Mother shifted a new mirror to my room. The tall one that I wanted, with the butterfly decorative on its borders. But, I wanted that mirror so that I could flaunt my curls and maybe, even get a picture of myself with the blue butterfly in a frame. What do I do with the mirror now? My pale, round and bald head are not flaunting material. The good nurse lady is coming. I’ll write more. Also, my friends came today. They were all so kind. I was surprised to see them not leg-pulling me. But, Stacy’s little sister was angry at me because I don’t play with her, anymore. I want to play with her. But, I’m so tired. I just want to rest. A little more, a little longer. 


Day 2

Today, I heard my mother and doctor speaking about something with a weird name. It was L-leuk… I don’t remember. But it reminded me of my friend Luke. So I remember that much only. Also, my mother brought the album of my sixth birthday. I look so different. And these photos are only two years old. I wanted to keep the photos to show Stacy that I wasn’t always this pale. So I have them under my pillow. I wanted to go outside today. But when it was time, I felt so tired that I didn’t want to go anymore. I am sure, I almost make no sense. But, I’ll laugh reading this, when I’m older. Also, my mother still hasn’t told me how long till my fever gets cured. I’ll write more so that when I’m older I can laugh a little longer.


Day 3

Mother was crying today. I don’t know why. She probably lost something valuable. I would seek it for her. I can easily slide under beds and inside cupboards. But I’m so sleepy today. I would probably write some later. I slept for so long. I definitely don’t even remember putting my pen down after writing earlier today. I was that sleepy. I was looking at the old photos again. It makes me want to cry. I really want to be back home. To be back at school. To be back at the playground. I am sure, I can now beat Jamie to tree climbing, now that I am so well-rested. I want to be happy again.


Day 4

The hospital staff is acting funny. They would smile so sadly at me as if I were dying. Mother was crying again. Seeing her sobbing so hard, made me cry too. I don’t know but these people are making me really sad. I can’t write well today. My hand keeps shaking. Also, my friends and their family came over. We talked a lot. But, no one would tell me what is wrong with me. Why am I bound to this bed? What did I do? I don’t think I’ll write more today.


Day 5

I don’t feel good. Worse than ever, actually. It’s getting dark. I’ll write more tomorrow.


We wish for darkness to prevail,

We wish for zemblanity

To greet us like an old friend.

Yet, when it does arrive,

Why do we cower away?


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