A HIDDEN DIARY
"Miss Shaira, please stop it!"
"We begged you, please, not to do that with us!"
Amanda heard the screams of her friends from her room. When Amanda accidentally kicked her footwear to the bottom of the bed, she noticed a square carved on the floor. She crawled, opened the square block, and spotted a diary. She sat in the chair and read.
"When I was young, my parents always fought. Our life was chaotic. My mom was mentally unstable because of her abusive childhood experience. She was subjected to various forms of physical, sexual, and emotional abuse. She never gets the affection, warmth, and security that she needs. Mommy remembered her life as a child until she was old. When she was not married, she was beaten by her father, who was her purported father, because Mommy was suspected of being the daughter of another man. When her mother died, she suffered tremendous mental illness. My father was a skilled cook who served as the restaurant's executive head chef. When my dad first met mommy, he was already employed there. He taught Mommy how to live like a normal person and to treat others with respect, and Dad's approach was to gradually alter Mom's behavior. When Daddy realized that Mommy had the potential to work, he trained her how to prepare savory dishes, and once she became accustomed to it, he hired her at a restaurant to change Mommy's life and have her experience life differently. Daddy helped her get through the past traumatic experience. After three months of mommy's work, there was conflict among her co-workers, which caused mommy Shaira's anxiety, and she reverted to her previous behavior. Many months had passed, and mommy got pregnant and gave birth to twins. It was just that after giving birth, mommy's behavior could no longer be understood, and it got worse. My daddy, Nicholas, was the one who took care of me and my twin, but Daddy was struggling financially because he brought Mom to the doctor to be treated by a psychiatrist. My dad, intended to set up the sturdy railings to safeguard my mother from harm. Daddy intervened when she attempted to leap out the window and end her life. Since that day, our home has been quite safe, and the door has a lock on the outside for mom's safety. Daddy was still taking care of me, and Daddy still had work to catch up on. Daddy Nicholas was in a very difficult situation and needed a lot of money, so he had to give my twin sister Mica to Mommy Shaira's sister, Kayla. According to dad, Aunt Kayla came here to see me and my twins, but Aunt Kayla witnessed that Daddy and Mommy's situation was struggling financially. Someone made an offer to my dad to sell narcotic drugs, and because he was tired of working, he tasted it to get stronger, and he quit his job because he made a lot of money selling illicit substances, and they were able to build a huge house. Daddy was addicted to narcotic drugs, and when he spotted Mommy tasting the white powdered shabu, he realized that his wife had imitated him. That's why they often quarreled—because they were fighting over narcotics. Their income was also eroded by luxuries, and they purchased narcotic drugs. Despite all the chaos, my parents did not show me any affection and didn't care if I was hungry when I was a child or up until now. Mama Shaira gave birth to another child, Jamaica. Daddy named her Jamaica because I was not the only child in their custody, and my twin's name is Mica, who was not here with us. That's why mom and dad named our youngest sister Jamaica after my twin, Mica. One day, our parents were arguing. I stepped outside my door from upstairs and noticed them fighting as I peered out. I was upstairs when I saw Daddy heading to Jamaica, and when Daddy stopped down to place Jamaica in his arms while she was sleeping, because Mommy was so angry, she shoved Daddy, and Jamaica was thrown to the floor, and a lot of blood came out of her head. Mommy approached Jamica and saw that she was no longer alive. My mommy was holding a knife, and because mommy got angry with Daddy Nicolas and saw the blood on the floor, she directly stabbed him. I instantly went down, but it was too late; he had already slain Daddy, and I was slipping in the blood on the floor, causing me to fall. It hurt so much to be tripped, and it hurt even more to witness my sister and father die. My father died at the age of forty-eight and my sister at the age of three. I managed to get up, and Mommy Shaira began to panic but was perplexed about what to do. I headed to our phone, but Mommy noticed me and hindered where I was going. I was going to call the police because Mommy's behavior was unbearable. Mommy broke the phone. I turned out to be depressed with my predicament, and I witnessed mommy dragging my sister and father out of our house, and I had no idea where she was taking them. Mommy disallowed me from leaving the house until I became weaker. My mother fed me and offered me coffee, of which I had no idea what the horrible substance contained. I had the impression that what she had fed me had made me weak. I'm writing now, considering I'm not certain if anyone will read this in the future. I put it here in my hidden notebook diary, in case by any chance my twin will visit this house, Mica, with whom I have never seen or talked. I will just look in the mirror to see my twin and our picture together when we were babies. I guess, Mica, it looks like this. Now I'm going downstairs and facing whatever happens; it's either live or die. If my twin reads this, I will always love her so much. Be cautious with everything, my twin. I put the diary here for you to read, just in case. Baby Jamaica has a room. There was something hidden under the bed that was inserted into the bed rail; the photos are placed inside an envelope. I don't know what should happen in the next few days; I just might think of you visiting our house, so the things you should know are hidden. I hope you can see the hidden information immediately when you come here, and whoever can read and see this, if not my sister, please give it to her. She is Mica Lawson Perka, but I don't know what her name is now. I will try to be strong and call the police. I know Mommy broke the phone, but I will do my best to fix it. I'm going downstairs and painfully out of this room."
After Amanda read it, she cried about what happened. Amanda scanned Farhye's diary notebook and saw Farhye's photo, and she looked exactly like Farhye. Amanda was crying because she had found out now.
"I experienced a chest ache and couldn't stop crying as I read Farhye's diary. What Mommy Kayla meant to say was, "If so, what should I discover?" Shaira's bedtime songs make her think of my younger sister Jamaica, and she called me by the name Farhye; she is my twin, and what Mommy Kayla asked me when I was a kid was whether I would get upset if I found out in the future and it was unexpectedly happening now. The father she alluded to as having another family when I was a child was Nicolas; his wife is my Auntie Shaira, and they are my biological parents. I understand that Mommy Kayla sheltered me so that I could live a decent life so as to avoid what would happen; consequently, I'm not infuriated if she stood up for me as my mother and father at the same time. I now figure out what I have heard, and I have seen that everything in this house is real. The noises and cries came from the opposite side of the room, which warned me. The spirits seemed to be trying to get me to be aware and cautious around Miss Shaira. I'm hoping we can get out of this hellish house. I'm hungry, and I've been weak for a few days, but I'm just getting by."