The Diary of Number Five
A/N: Hey guys, this is the new fanfic I started writing recently. I'm trying my best and I really hope you'll like it!! Feel free to reach out with anything - questions, recommendations... You can also find it on ao3!
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December 26th, 2000
Yesterday, Ben got me this diary as a Christmas present. He said that he's been writing in one for a year now. He also said, and I quote, "I think you need something to filter your emotions in." I don't know how to feel about that. Others often tease me about being too angry all of the time but are you surprised? How could someone keep their cool in a place like this? They're also being hypocrites. After all, it's not me, who's screaming at the whole house because of some silly little inconvenience. It's not me, who could destroy all the windows with their voice. I can speak quietly enough, so no one gets deaf. On the contrary, Luther and Diego, for example, keep arguing so loudly, that I can still hear them on the other side of the house. And they argue often.
This is stupid. I don't need some piece of paper to write on to feel better, I really don't know what was Ben thinking when he gave me this. This is quite surprising, I always thought that Ben was smarter than that. He and Vanya are the only ones you can be in the library with and not go insane. They at least can keep it down, so I can read or do homework in peace. The rest are often so loud, it hurts.
Why am I still writing? Alright, I have to admit that this isn't as bad as I thought. You don't have much time to talk here. It's just studying, training, studying, training, sleeping, eating, and then just a little bit of time for yourself. It's actually nice to finally have some place to share my thoughts and the best thing is that no one can know about it. Okay, fine, I'll give this a go.
