chibicandy01's Diaryland Diary

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May 2004
Monday
Dear Diary,
Sorry I have been ignoring you for the past 4 years… but I lost you for a while and then well I found ya again but then you see I felt too old to write in it... I mean I didn’t need to write anymore.
But now I feel like something awful will happen to me. And I figure my family and friends could read the record of the past few days and find out what really happened to me. And why… Hopefully, I’m not in an Insane Clinic, white coats, seeing little green men, electric shock, straight jacket, the works, by the time they are reading this. And if I magically disappear I want you to know that I am not doing that willingly. And if you find my body in a puddle of water, well you’ll find out by reading this why I’m dead.
If you guys are reading this, “ADAM, I TOLD YOU SO.”
Okay enough of that, first let me catch you up on my normal boring, albeit safe life. (Testament to my Sanity) Then I’ll tell you why I think someone is trying to get me. Kill me! Either that or I am going out of my mind.
God I don’t know.
Here I am with a box full of bills. I am twenty-one years old, jobless, with 4 or 3 cats if you don’t count the addled brain Mr. Kitty, and 2 ferrets to feed.
Even though I have a lease-suing-me in pending I now live with my parents. Long story involving dropping out of college and getting an apartment with Adam (Best friend who I’m dropping out of my will for thinking I’m crazy) and his ‘boyfriend’. Ahh... the classic three’s company too much.
Anyway, for the past few weeks I've just been lying around moping about a breakup with a boyfriend, that I had been "madly in love with" but broke up with him twice cause of various reasons that I felt justified my decisions. Not to mention, the whole self pity crap I've been feeling. How was I to know how much I would miss the feeling of being wanted and loved by someone called a boyfriend?
Kind of pathetic eh?
And I stink, horribly stink. God! Wanna know why?
Here is the really juicy crazy stuff… (Why I am in danger if you weren’t following me with this)
All because of that really dumb idea Carol had. Yeah, I know I was all excited about going to the park for a picnic with them. A girl’s day out. Ha! I did for a while, have fun ya know. But then… THEN I almost ‘fell’ into the pond, supposedly I lost my balance on the shifting sand and started to tumble down before I caught my balance. But I don’t think so; it felt like someone had tried to pull me! I don’t mean that someone was in the water in front of me, NO, that would have been easy to explain to Carol, Margaret, and Sam, let alone be a rational reason besides hands with arms attactched, mind you, grabbing for me and tugging on my wrist to pull me down into the water.
Oh, and get this! No one else saw these hands but me. Not exactly the sanest reason for my brain to accept, so I created the lie about slipping on the sand.
AND that wasn’t the end of those creepy hands. NO, they had to follow me every time I even try to get close to water! IT’S been two days! Do you know what its like to be afraid of water? WATER! THE one thing besides food that humans need to live!
I’m wary of even drinking a glass of water, what if those hands try to pull me through a glass? Yeah defies scientific explanation, but come on, if you had hands reaching for you from a pond, a bath, a fountain, a sink full of water, and a puddle … Well what would you think???
And I still can’t have a bath, because the last time I tried… I had the bath almost full with water; Picture this…. jasmine scented bubbles, Enya playing in the background, a good romance book and PLOP. AS I started to reach my foot into the carefully prepared bath, those damn hands tried to pull me in, AGAIN! The rational part of me tried to make up another reason for that. And the scared part of me got the hell out of the bathroom. Even though I was starting to believe I was having delusional visions induced by some chemistry thing messed up in my brain, I was still scared shitless.
Can you see now why I am not going into the bathroom and therefore stink to high heaven?
AND yesterday, walking home from the grocery store with a galleon of milk it started to pour! SOGGY DRIPPING WET RAIN, and guess what?! I walk by a puddle and those hands grab my ankle and try to pull me into the water again. Why? I don’t know but something about those hands scared the ‘willies’ out of me. I got a good look that time with the puddle, the hands were pale, red tipped finger nails (Indication of a woman?) and they seemed to only be able to reach a normal arm length out. Amen for that. If those arms weren’t a normal length… well, then I‘d probably would be in deep shit.
And again, yesterday, when I was over with Adam in the kitchen as I was filling up the sink with water to clean our dirty dinner dishes, those hands grabbed my hair… THEY yanked strands right out of my head! Adam was happily unaware of this as he was clearing off the table. But he turned when I shrieked in fear. Of course I tried to explain, I even told him about the other times and he checked my forehead for a fever. He told me to get some rest. And then he proceeded to recommend his psychiatrist to me. My best friend thought I was crazy! ARGH!
THEN walking home from his house I passed his neighbors yard, the one with the really big fountain with a fish that spits water, yep you guessed it those hands tried to grab me again. That time they got my frigging purse! And they pulled my purse right into the water and I ran back to get Adam. I dragged his butt out to the fountain and told him to get my purse back. Because obviously I wasn’t getting close to that fountain, I stayed a good five feet away from that thing. He went up to the fountain looked into the water and had the gull to laugh. He pulled my dripping wet purse out of the water and gave it back to me.
He told me to go home and get some much needed rest.
So I did.
And now I smell. And I’m out of Pepsi. And I haven’t had water in two days. And I’m out of wine coolers, and any other drink besides water. And I’m terrified that I’ve developed some paranoid mind sickness. I prayed last night to all the Gods I could think of. I prayed that the hands would go away. I even called Adam’s psychiatrist today and made an appointment for next week. Tuesday I think…
But by then I think it’s going to be too late. I have yet to leave the house today and my parents are nagging me to go with them to see my brother Ryan in his softball game. It’s tomorrow at 10 am.
But I’m afraid to go outside. Maybe I am going crazy, but … Oh diary what am I do to?
Should I test the whole water thing again? Or should I just wait to see the psychiatrist?
And what if it is too late?

Hopefully write later,
Leila

p.s. “It seems that your luck has finally worn out.” – The fortune cookie gave me this little fortune today. Nice, real nice.

Chapter One

Leila sighed as she put the phone back down; Adam wanted to take her to a movie. That one really cute romantic film she’d been dying to see. So she said yes, she’d brave going outside to see that movie. It was stupid to stay home in fear.
She scratched her itchy scalp, longing for a quick shower. The light coming through the window from the sun setting mocked her for being a coward and not leaving the house all day. She even avoided her parents the other day to escape going to Ryan’s softball game. Staying down in her basement with a bottle of wine and a bunch of crazy animals, she was feeling low. This trip with Adam hopefully will get her spirits back up. She rubbed her face and yawned. Doing nothing all day except thinking was pretty dull.
A friendly fuzzy face climbed up her leg to rest on her shoulder. Faye started to lick her gold cross earrings and then bit her ear.
“Faye!” She picked the scoundrel up off her neck and held it in a firm grip. She tapped lightly on the ferrets nose and said, “NO, bite”
She put the weasel on the ground and watched it skirmish after Honey, an orange shorthair cat, who made a mad dive for the stairs at first sight of Faye.
Leila laughed and bent down to dig in the pile of clothes thrown haphazardly into a hamper. She dug out a pair of black silk underwear, a simple blue bra, a pair of her favorite blue jeans and a soft light blue tank top. After hastily donning all her clothes she stood by the mirror and applied a swipe of mascara to her already thick black lashes and lathered her lips with a strawberry chap-stick. She stepped back and sprayed herself with a rose perfume. Hopefully, Adam wouldn’t notice any smell.
Next she pulled her long black hair into a twist and clasped a blue claw to keep it back. Blue eyes eyed her reflection in the mirror and grimaced at the dark circles under her eyes. Reaching for the small compact on the counter she lightly dusted her face. A tiny nose, tanned skin in a face that could be deemed cute if it wasn’t for her pixie like features and her unruly hair.
Knowing that not much else could be done to make her presentable she grabbed her leather bag, not her wet purse. Shouldering the heavy bag, containing a pocket knife, mace, a medical kit, a wad of cash tied in a rubber band, a flower print spring dress, a book on survival techniques, and her makeup bag. She felt like she was prepared for anything. She may be paranoid but didn’t think it couldn’t help to have a little security.
She made her way up the stairs out of the basement, her room, and saw her Mom making dinner. “I’m going out with Adam to a movie”
Her Mom smiled, “Good, it’s unhealthy to stay in side all day”
She shook her finger at Leila and kissed her on the cheek, “ And Lei lei Have a good time.’ Her mother was half Italian and was very touchy feely. Leila got her dark looks from her mother.
“Be back before midnight!” Her Dad, a very blond haired with sharp blue eyes, shouted from the living room a reminder of a curfew that was outdated where she was concerned. Ryan and Dad were watching a re-run of the baseball game between the Indians and another team. They had a bowl of popcorn between them, with lots of butter and started to yell obscenities at the T.V. screen, probably at the other team. Ryan tilted his head back and flung one of a piece of popcorn at her. It missed and landed halfway into the kitchen.
“Ryan Zachirary Thompson! You better not have thrown popcorn onto my newly swept floor!” Mom shouted without even turning to look at him. He groaned, rolled his eyes and scrambled to get the piece he’d thrown before she did turn around. Ryan took after Dad with his short scruffy blond hair but he had Mom’s warm brown eyes. Leila smiled, and gave her Dad a light kiss on the cheek.
With a black jacket and her bag she went outside to swing on the wood porch swing that she had personally bribed her Dad into buying. It was her favorite place to relax and read a good romance book. Preferably a futuristic book, but she enjoyed a good vampire love too.
Waiting for Adams junk mobile she felt a shred of fear. She knew that Adam was just trying to see if she was okay and not dwelling on ‘the hands’.
She was, but he didn’t have to know that. He had called her twice today to check up on her. Sometimes having a best friend was annoying, but he was worried about her.
A honk of a horn jerked her out of her thoughts, and she ambled down to see Adam’s grinning face as he opened the door.
He stepped out of his piece of junk and she got in through the drivers side and crawled over to the passengers. The door on her side was helplessly duck taped together and opening the door was as likely as trying to break into her brother’s computer.
“Hope Mom didn’t hear that honk, when you come for dinner next week she’ll probably box your ears open for honking after dark.”
She laughed at his rueful expression and turned on the radio as he got in.
Godsmack’s ‘Serenity’ blared out covering up the coughing and sputtering of the junks engine.
She leaned back and relaxed as Adam, openly gay, sung along in a high pitched tone to the lyrics.
They pulled into the parking lot of Westgate Movie Theater six songs later. Getting their tickets they grabbed a bucket of popcorn and two white cherry icies.
Many tears later they walked back out to the parking lot.
“If I was the main character I never would have let him go and fight by himself.”
Adam nodded his agreement, and waved his hand, flamboyantly gay lovable gesture that he used a lot. “Yep, I would have tied his butt to bed and had my naughty way with him.” He looked at her with a twinkle in his hazel eyes.
“He wouldn’t have let me out of his sight to go fight, he’d be so captured by mesmerizing enchantment that he’d be my helpless sex-slave and take me with him”
Leila made a sound of disgust, her helpless romantic views being brought out to disagree with him.
“No, he would be so helplessly in love with you that he’d rather you were far away from the fighting. But as every woman knows, you have to protect your man from thinking your some kind of fragile piece of glass.”

“So true, men are such fools when it comes to love,” With another wave of his hand Adam sighed, a fake over exaggerated sound and stepped around some construction. The ‘junk’ was parked way in the back of the parking lot because they couldn’t find a close one earlier due to the construction.

Adam walked to the car, she was a few steps behind him.
“It must have rained while we were in the theater” he mumbled to her.
Leila was thinking about the movie and the guy who died as his love waited at the home. She didn’t catch his last comment, “Come again?”
He had moved to the other side of the car,
“Shit, stupid weather” He hit the door with the tape.
“Is the tape coming off?” She moved to the back of the car to see if she could help. “Should we get the duck tape out of the trunk?”
He looked up at her and nodded. “Yeah, the tape has come off some and the door is started to lean forward”
Opening the trunk, which never really locks due to a crash into a tree, she grabbed the tape. Moving over to where Adam stood she felt something brush against her leg.
“Watch out for the puddle, someone needs to learn to level the paved parking lot better. I got my brand new shoes, the Nikes…”
Leila didn’t hear what else he said, her heart was beating so loud from fear, and she felt the blood rush from her face as the grip on her leg tightened. One hand grasped tightly and yanked her down to the ground covering her mouth with the other hand. She tried to shriek but it came out muffled against the hand. She grabbed at the tire. The hand tugged harder and she had to let go of the tire, ripping a nail in the process.
Adam was bent down fiddling with the tape not looking in her direction.
“I should probably get a new car, but this baby has been with me through a lot, has a lot of sentimental value.” He pulled some of the watered tape off and patted the door.
Flinging her arms uselessly trying to grab the tire she was pulled into the puddle, just as she feared there was no ground under the puddle. Her legs went right over the edge and down... Oh GOD, why won’t the hand let me go? She did not want to know what the hands were pulling her into.
She hit the hand reaching for her wrist, trying to pull her more into the puddle. Her bag fell down her shoulder and wrapped around her elbow as she tried in vain to grab the ground around her. Loose rocks dug into her hands and scratched her skin. She was up to her stomach in the water and she could feel the cold seep through her. It was a PUDDLE for god sakes! Struggling more she bit the hand holding her mouth, the hand moved a little.

“Addddammmmm” she screamed and losing her grip on the loose rocky ground she went all the way over the edge. The water splashed over her face and she took in a gasping breath of air before she was covered completely by the cold water. Deeper and deeper she went down until she felt dots behind her eyelids. The pressure was unbearable against her ears. She had to release the air she was holding. Bubbles flowed upward. A harsh and bitter voice called her name; she heard it in her head and fear raced down her spine. She struggled harder and using the rest of her ebbing strength she pulled and kicked the arms. She kept kicking and moving her hands as she tried to swim upwards. The hands had let her go. She had to get out of this puddle. She was almost there.

Adam heard the scream and looked up frantically for her.
“Leila?”
He looked all around him and saw nothing. He ran around the car looking in all directions.
Leila! LEI-LEI WHERE ARE YOU” No one answered the almost deserted parking lot.
Gut instinct had him turning around and heading back to the car. He backtracked and went to where he had seen her last right next to the puddle.
Quickly he moved to where the duck tape was lying on the side of the two foot wide dirty puddle. He picked the tape up and saw bubbles drift up from the puddle. What the hell? A bit of blood was on a few rocks on the ground. He leaned down and thought about what she had said to him yesterday, about the hands. Knowing that it was stupid he reached down into the puddle and touched the ground. Nothing.
He got up, deeply fearful for Leila’s safety and ran back to the Movie Theater.
She was gone, he’d heard a scream, and the cop’s would probably think someone had grabbed her or worse… But Adam feared that the worse was far dangerous and defied logic.

~Talon folded his hands behind his head and groaned. As third prince of the Karing Empire he was most likely the heir to the throne. What with ….
A band of Queen Talia’s, his bitter stepmother, soldiers ran past his cloaked figure without a second look.
“This way to the well, Queen Talia will have our head if we don’t find her” The soldier with the darker sash, indicating higher rank, shouted to the men around him. They ran out of the garden.
Talon feeling up to a little mischief tugged his cloak tighter. So Talia wanted this girl… interesting. He followed them through the gates of the palace.
~Leila resurfaced and gasped for air. She wiped the water away from her eyes and blinked. Where was she?
She pulled herself out of a well and looked around. The buildings around her were covered in a green limestone. A little girl in a red tunic, over a white short dress jumped back from the well and ran. Other people in the same manner of dress, tunics and wavy pants for the men, tunics and dress for the woman. Started to gape at her with wide eyed fear in their eyes. Some sported jeweled pendants around their head, some had cloaks, swords, oddly shaped head pieces with feathers, and some had worn faces with ragged clothing. Strange colorful symbols graced almost everything, tattooed skin, clothing, and signs behind stalls full of fruit, similar clothing, fish, and etc.
Huh? The place around her looked like some kind of market, definitely not the market where she went with Adam last month. She heard someone start speaking in a weird language. Sounded like Italian but had a smoothing grace to it. The voices were pleasant, snapping out of her shock she heard the pounding of footsteps. She ran into what looked like an alley and hid in a shadowed doorway.
“She went this way,” They came closer to her hiding spot but past her up and continued down the alley. Different language, strange place, creepy soldiers, weird symbols, now I know I’ve crossed over and have fallen into the Twilight Zone. She crept out of her hiding space and started running to heaven knows where.

Kneeling over a pool of water, Talia rinsed off her bleeding hand. Damn Bitch! Another figure behind her held an oil lamp so that she could see into the water.
Serb, the servant holding the lamp, moved over to the other side. “She seems to have gotten away…”
Glaring green eyes turned to him and gave him a look of pure disgust. “You Speak the Obvious Fool!”
She removed her cloak and leaned more over the water. “What a SHAME, We almost had her! Have the guards find her and bring her to me now!”
She looked into her magic pool of water. “Wait, she is by the well in the Market, Send the guards.”
Serb had backed away and was about to turn when she stopped him with a gesture of power.
“And Serb, I NEED THAT GIRL! No matter what, I have to have that girl’s blood!”
She sent a rush of power through his chest and he grunted in pain.
“Find her, or else, understood?”
He nodded and she released him. He ran out the door shouting to the guards.
“FIND THE GIRL!”

she heard a harsh and bitter voice call out her name and arms reached out of water to grab at her. She avoided the water for some time, but one day while she was having a date with her boyfriend...the hands reached out of a puddle of water and grabbed her down through time and space and landed her in a well on the streets of ancient Hittite Empire of Turkey. Soldiers on the street were looking for her, and going after her. Luckily, Yuuri bumps into a prince called Kail Mursili who was the third prince and most likely the heir to the throne. Kail helps her escape for a while until the evil queen Nagia gets hold of Yuuri. Yuuri finds out that the Queen wants to use her as a sacrifice to accomplis a curse to kill all the 5 princes, so her son can become the next king. Kail rescures Yuuri at the temple, and announces that she is his mistress in order to save her temporarily.Yuuri tells Kail of the Nagia's evil plan and together they set out to send Yuuri back to Japan.
There are three major things that Yuuri needs to get back to Japan:
1.She needs to have the clothes that she came to the Hittite Empire in(the Queen took those before the "supposedly" a sacrifice before Kail saved her)
2.The Golden star to rise and the well to fill up, since she came on that date
3.A powerful priest or holy person with powers as great as the queen to use their power to send her back
She obtains her clothes but looses her faithful servant in the attempt. And the queen commanded Kail to fight a war against Mittani in order to get Kail away from Yuuri. The thing is, Kail is as powerful in magic as the queen...so the queen can't use her powers to kill him...she must use Yuuri to set up the curse. Thus, Kail fullfilled the third factor that Yuuri had to have to return.The Golden star and well only fill up on a certain day once a year, so Yuuri had to wait in the meantime. Kail lies that Yuuri is the Goddess of war in order to allow her to accompany him to war, women in the ancient world are suppose to stay at home.
On this conquest, she avenges the death of her servant and gains her servant's older sisters as servants. Their father came to believe that Yuuri was the Goddess of war because she chose an iron sword to fight off the giant. So he agreed to teach Yuuri the way to create iron(that was considered top secret info because iron was the strongest metal at that time, and only this tribe knew how to create it). Yuuri meets Kail's younger brother, Sinashiya who is 4th to the throne after Kail. Sinashiya loves Yuuri,but he knows that Kail has feelings for Yuuri already so he holds back his feelings. They discover that Yuuri has the qualities of becoming a leader and a ruler's wife, so that's the reason why Queen Nagia had to have her for the sacrifice. She's the chosen one for the operation. With the information the queen gave to Mittani, the Dark Prince of Mittani kidnaps Yuuri and brings her to Mittani.Volume 7 can probably start taking over here so I'll leave it to the translations I'll come up.

11:20 p.m. - 2004-10-24

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