"Hey Clodagh" cheerily called Louise as I tiredly entered the apartment. I tugged my mouth into a pathetic attempt of a half smile and nodded in her direction.
It was Arthur, my aunts boyfriend.
He held the couch by its spine, and twisted his body in a strained way to give me some sort of welcoming grin.
I awkwardly raised my eyebrows in acknowledgment of his presence.
I liked Arthur, I really did. He was kind and funny, and really loved Louise.
But I couldn't help but withdraw and be shy. I guess it was learned defence mechanism. It stopped me from getting hurt. I didn't know Emily very well when she died, or Sarah at all really when she left.
"I'll.. Go start this essay" I mumbled, scurrying away, hating myself for being seeming so mean.
I did homework until I started to get a headache. I rubbed my head and sighed before hesitantly pulling out an old cardboard box with Hugo and mums things. I gently sifted through a few scattered papers in the time capsule. I suddenly felt some material, and pulled out a notebook. I put the box down and held the thick book in my hand. I remember finding this a very long time ago, just after mum died. I hid it under my bed, afraid James would find it and be angry with me.
I never read it.. I just wanted something of her. James threw everything else away. I never really considered reading it... It seemed like an invasion of privacy.
But then I remembered what Dr. Kohli said.
"Maybe, Clodagh" he began to suggest. "If you find out why your mother chose to stay with James, your anger might lessen. I don't know exactly how you would go around this. You could maybe ask your aunt."
I knew that that was never going to happen, as Louise hated James nearly as much as I did. But I guess that this diary was the next best thing..
I grimaced and carefully opened the tattered notebook.
I felt slightly overwhelmed at the amount that mum wrote. It looked like she had stuck numerous extra pages in too instead of just buying a new copy.
I looked for a date that was near the time James said he had met her.
I scanned through pages of big, bubbly, girly and somewhat childish writing, until I came to the time she was eighteen. I saw a name repeat itself, but it wasn't James. It was Matthew. I passed a few more pages, a few more weeks, feeling uncomfortable intrusive, until a page caught my eye, with big, red writing saying
"I hate him."
Scrawly, rushed writing appeared on the next page.
"I thought he was the one" I read. "But no. He decided a slut was for him."
"I want someone to be overprotective over me, be aggressive and want to keep me."
I shook my head.
Aggressive and overprotective.
An ass. James.
I placed the diary into my bag. I'd read it over time.
There was only so much stupidity and irony I could take at one time.
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