Alaina's Diary

Chapter 2

Alaina stared at the diary in shock. She read it over and over again, and every time she saw the same thing. She couldn't believe it, the diary had actually responded to her. But who was this Tom Riddle who had wrote back.

She didn't know what to write, so she closed the diary, ran out of the room after turning off the light, and running back downstairs to sit and wonder about what had just happened. Maybe she would call her friends, and have a party like she wanted to. But she would be too freaked to enjoy it.

Turning on the TV, she flipped the channels absentminded. She didn't care what was on; she only wanted to hear something. The empty house was too quiet, and she wanted - needed - to hear something. Anything.

After she turned it on full volume, she still couldn't chase the feeling of an eerie silence, so she turned on the dishwasher and disposal. Still too quiet. Ever since Tom Riddle had written in the diary, everything felt strange, and she was going crazy. Alaina felt like she was trapped, like she was being watched. She was afraid to move, to even breathe.

Tears were falling down her face, and she wanted to feel pain to stop this other kind of pain. She didn't want emotional pain she wanted physical pain. She slowly crawled over to the drawer and pulled out a blade. Her whole body was shaking, and the tears were pouring down her face more freely. Sticking the blade on the skin on her forearm a distance away from her veins, she made a cut deep enough to draw blood.

She craned her neck and gritted her teeth. There was no more pain. She felt numb and she went further along her forearm. Then she stopped, moving the blade to a different spot on her arm, this time closer to her veins. Alaina made another cut, and soon there were about five short and long cuts down her forearm. Blood was smeared all over her forearm.

Tears had fallen down her cheeks, and neck, down her chest, and to the low v-neck on her shirt. Although she didn't feel trapped, she was still deadly scared of what had just happened. She had just abused herself, making herself bleed. What was happening to her? She had never been the perfect child, or Mummy and Daddy's perfect angel, but now she even worse.

Alaina had gone to therapy, when she was six years old for nightmares that she had had every night since she five. She and her parents thought she was cured, but lately she'd be having nightmares. Not every night. It used to be only once every two weeks. Then soon it was three times every two weeks. Soon, she had a dream every other night. She didn't want to tell her parents because she didn't want to go to therapy again. She remembered crying in the rehabilitation center that she had lived in for almost six months until everyone believed she was cured. But now...look what had just happened.

Be a big girl, Alaina thought. You're fifteen. Don't start thinking of something that happened nine years ago. You're over it. You're perfect.

Alaina wiped her tears away and stood up, turning the dishwasher and disposal off. She lowered the volume on the TV and turned the water on, washing away the blood on her forearm. When all the blood was off, she saw deep cuts in her forearm. There would defiantly be a scar the next morning.

She turned the water off and walked into the bathroom to find a bandage wrap. She found it and began wrapping it around her forearm tightly but not too tightly. Her parents would defiantly worry, but she knew how to play her parents. After all, she had been smoking, having sex, and having parties while they were gone for the past three years. It would be nothing to cover this up.

Alaina was tired, although it was only nine o' clock. She decided to go to her room and lay down for just a few minutes. But just a few minutes turned into twelve and a half hours.

The next day went by slowly. Alaina was busy trying to clean the house for when her parents came home and two in the afternoon. It was one forty-four right now, and Alaina was covering up what she had done the previous night up as best as she could. She hid the diary under her bed where her parents never went, and hid the blade there too. Why she was hiding the blade, she didn't know. She'd washed it five times, and there was no blood anywhere where she had been.

Soon her parents were home, looking exhausted. Alaina was laying on the couch flipping through the channels on TV. She looked up when she heard the door opened and smiled to her mum and dad.

"Hi, sweetie," Mum said, dropping her bags onto the floor and walking into the kitchen that was next to the living room.

"Hi," Alaina said. "Have a good weekend alone?"

Mum and Dad looked up at each other, smiled and Dad said, "Yes we did. How 'bout you, Alaina?"

"Oh, you know," Alaina said, trying to make it sound casual. "Bored."

They nodded, walked into their room. When they came back, Mum sat down on the couch, saw the bandage wrap around Alaina's arm, and gasped. Mum grabbed her arm and asked, "What happened?"

"Oh," Alaina said, looking down at her arm. "I fell down the stairs and it twisted."

"Are you all right?" Mum asked, inspecting her arm for any bruises. Dad came over and pulled his obsessive wife away.

"I'm fine," Alaina said, looking back at the TV. "I took a potion and it's fixed, I just wanted to keep this on for safety."

"Well, it's a good thing you know how to take care of yourself," Dad said. He looked over at Mum and smiled. "Now, Mum and I have some unfinished business to take care of."

She smiled and stood up, grabbing his hand and seductively pulling him back through the hall. Alaina smirked, knowing exactly what they wanted to do.

Soon, moans and screams and "Oh Draco!" and "Ginny! Ginny!" were heard from their room. Alaina fell to the floor laughing. She silently crept up to the room and heard the sound of something rocking back and fourth and knew it was their bed. When they wanted to have sex, they made sure everyone heard. One time, one of their neighbors came over and asked to please lower the volume. She thought it was a porno movie that they were watching with the volume up to the max.

Thirty minutes later, Mum and Dad came walking out of their rooms, looking flushed and messy. Mum walked into the kitchen, washed her hands, and started making an early dinner.

"Hey, do you know who Tom Riddle is?" Alaina asked, looking up. Mum's head shot up, and Dad froze. They knew who he was, and they didn't like him one bit.

"No," Mum said quickly, looking down at the table and began cutting up the cucumber fiercely. It was like she wanted to kill it. "Where did you hear that name?"

"I went online and saw something with that name in it," Alaina said, making up a lie. "I wanted to know who he is."

Silence. Mum went back to chopping away at vegetables for a salad, and Dad read the newspaper.

Who ever this Tom Riddle was, her parents weren't going to give her anything on him. From the look on her mother's face, Alaina could tell that she was frightened of him, and Dad looked absolutely livid at the name.

But that wouldn't stop Alaina from talking to him.