July 8, 2022
Writing this doesn't matter to me. This is not for any purpose, just a time pass. Only for some motivation and confidence.
Writing our thoughts can ease us in some way. I don't know, but I think they could.
To tell you the truth, I never tried that.
Not till now.
I'm writing what I can't say. And… I clearly know that I have to keep you out of others' sight from now on.
Before even grabbing a pen, I literally had a hundred—no, a thousand—thoughts rushing inside my mind, asking myself if it was a good idea.
And honestly, I realized that I'm being reluctant.
Leave it.
Let me introduce myself. Actually, not a big personality or something.
An average girl left only with a will—a will, yes, that's what I'll say.
Whenever I see my family, it reminds me of a stirring desire bore inside my chest.
To become a bridge to broken hearts.
I know those words were hollow. They couldn't stand the burden of my duplicity.
To think I believe in resolution. Damn, it's pathetic.
Anyways, I am an ill-fated girl—a regrettable luck always standing by my side.
"A useless thing that came to Earth," as I overheard my father telling his friends.
Never mind him.
My name is Esmeray. My parents are from the West, so they named me according to their cultural background.
We now live in the continent of Laurae. It's ruled by 'King Forter Laurae', and thus also known as the 'Kingdom of Laurae'. But I've rarely seen "Kingdom" mentioned in historical parchments, so… I go with the word "Continent".
Many of us use the same term.
Well, if we're talking about history—it brings me to add another piece of information inside you. 'Kingdom of Enrose' located to the West and 'Kingdom of Farayl' to the South.
And lastly, the Kingdom of Laurea to the East.
Those three mark the total inhabited land there is. Well, despite the fact that the map in our library stretches all the way to the floors, I had summarized what it actually had inside it.
Guess what's the irony? The Kings don't have sound relations with each other. They're almost like masked companions with daggers held behind their fake smiles.
Our teacher even told us not to believe their legacies, as… some of them were truth, and many of them were pure lies.
Now, enough classes here. I'm getting to the main point.
I'm not sure if it's me or if it's some kind of coincidence but—
Fate isn't kind to me.
Especially when I'm outside the house.
I never disclosed this unusual phenomenon. They'll take it as a joke.
But it's no joke.
I'm afraid to go out. Even visiting Karley gives me creeps.
I don't want to see him set on fire.
October 19, 2024
Hi…
It's been years and I haven't written another word inside you.
Is it because I don't know how things turned out like this?
Unluck tag… where did I go wrong?
How… did it even start?
Maybe because I sold someone's misery as a mere project?
May 21, 2028
Fragments of my past that formed my future.
I woke up at 7 a.m. Got up from my bed to get ready for my university.
It was huge—scaling the garden in front of it.
There was a park that I often visited before my paranormal manifestation.
The Unluck tag.
I solely began to depend on the lucky charms which I got from nearby stalls.
I don't know if it was a scam—which I knew it was.
I entered the park. Same long trees standing in rows—as if they were waving at each other.
The smell of the grass mixed with the fragrance of the blooming flowers.
It was all the same.
The thing my eyes were waiting for was the bench under the shade of a tall tree.
I remember it was the same day when the execution took place.
My father's execution.
I stopped calling him father. He is Umar. A killer.
A criminal.
'This is to mention that the serial killer—Umar, who was arrested by one of the departments of Force, had been sentenced to death.
'Police say that they found him in a house, which was listed as abandoned by the start of September. For some reason, the house was de-listed by the government.
'According to the latest report, the house would be destroyed soon and new buildings would be established.
'Umar, who is the reason behind the deaths of a thousand innocents, had stayed there for about three years, and had been finally captured by the Forces.
'About 100 girls and 16 boys, nearly having ages of sixteen or below, were killed by his hands. It is also said that he has his own family, having two children of his own.
"Their names are Esmeray and Basili," as one of the reporters said.
'Yesterday was the day when the judge declared the date of his execution. Execution would be held tomorrow evening at 2 o'clock. The government will provide the right for the oppressed and will punish the tyrant at any cost. His family is to be called here to see Umar's execution and make some statement if they wanted to, as if it is….'
I have torn the newspaper section in pieces today—jotting exact lines inside you.
Never had I felt so pitiful, knowing that my name was disclosed to the world.
'I am a daughter of a killer.'
It was still bearable because I knew he was guilty. It was right.
His execution was just.
But…
When I saw our house ablaze, it brutally pierced my heart.
And, the thing I said when I saw my mother burning in the depths, was "…Unluck tag?"
Clap!
Robert finally snapped the diary shut—taking a heavy exhale.
"Unluck tag?" he asked his eagerness, pondering if what he read was true.
But he was more curious to know about the girl named 'Esmeray'.
Why was Esmeray's diary hidden under D.A's bed? Does she relate to Esmeray somehow?
What's the Unluck tag Esmeray talked about? Does D.A know it too? Does she think Esmeray wrote the truth?
It would probably be the reason why she kept it hidden from our eyes.
But why?
Robert's mind was corrupted with unwanted thoughts. Being his colleague for years, he knew what kind of person D.A was.
She was sincere, dedicated, and moreover, a knowledgeable woman.
It was her unbelievable insights on history that made her one of the youngest female officers in the lower department.
Robert's intellect instantly clicked at swiping thoughts—a quick flashback passed before his eyes.
He remembered officer D.A bragging about her usual history facts, something about myt—
Robert suddenly sprang from his seat. "History?" His hands abruptly reached for the hidden diary—opening the page to where 'history' was mentioned.
He then scanned the writing before flipping the worn pages to catch the word 'Continent'.
Even though she opened her own views on annals to Robert, it was impossible for him to concentrate on something boring.
But he knew for sure that nobody calls the Kingdom 'Continent'—except officer D.A.
"D.A came here to find someone, right?" Robert's eyes widened when he was finally joining the dots—recalling their first meeting at the interview table.
"She's… Esmeray?"