How The Rain Met the Rose (ON HIATUS)

by starsonconfettilake

Chapter 3: Journal Page 1

[It Appears to be an old journal page, only a few words can be made out and the date is too smudged to tell what year but it seems to be written by a young child]

Dear Journal, 

 

The funeral was today.  There were a whole bunch of people that i’m absolutely sure Ma and Papi didn’t want here, 

it’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair 

It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair 

It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair 

It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair 

It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair 

It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair 

It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair 

It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair It’s not fair 

 

Why do i have to be here in this stuffy and suffocating place while my parents are dead and i have to watch a bunch of stuffy and snobby and mean people stuff their faces of food and drinks. Ma and Papi just wanted nice people like the maid Maria and Uncle Will, it’s just not fair..

 

I want them back

 

[The Journal seems to be stained with tears. Whatever else was written is far too smudged to read.]

Notes:

This is a new note - I have made another work where it's about updates and character face claims for the character's and stuff :D i also speak about them in my tumblr page, it's the same name as my ao3 username

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Project Nightshade