Dear Diary,

I found myself yearning to return to the dark reaches of the forest behind our house. I was forced to the edge of it, as my parents told me to bury the remains of a whore named Analise. Shame... I actually liked her. Though she screamed too much. For three nights I had to listen to her wail and cry out. Every morning my parents would walk into the kitchen and drink their brew, as if there wasn't a lady rotting in our basement, gasping and moaning, wondering which breath will be her last.

She isn't so pretty now.

- Ida