Short Story: Amy’s Diary 1


Dear Diary,

I wasn’t too sure if I was a diary-writing kind of girl, but I thought I might just give it a go. Today has been a disaster. Everything has gone wrong. Today was my twenty-first birthday. I was finally allowed to graduate from Junior Member to Full Member of the IPS. Sadly, I can’t clarify any more what that means. If I did, I’d have to kill you.

I’d literally just got my ID and the controls flipped. A siren went off, letting us know our location was under threat. Protocol five was activated. We were to flee to our base in Nevada. I had a small amount of belongings packed into the boot of a Jeep John was driving. Jacob was in the passenger seat. I was in the back. We followed the other Jeeps flee, ours holding up the rear.

The Falling Stars, the arch-nemesis of the family, caught up to us. One of their vehicles rammed into our Jeep. We spun and crashed back onto our wheels. When I got my full bearings, metal had been bent out of shape and sharply jutted out of the plastic casing that was the inside of the Jeep. The metal had come through so much it was actually stabbed into my left leg. Blood oozed out of the wound, but I couldn’t find any energy to move. I could feel the blood trickling down my leg and getting absorbed by my sock.

Jacob and John tried to get me to stay conscious, but the loss of so much blood and my dizziness knocked me out. Only, the issue became that when I woke up I was in my bed back at the base. I was about to go and ask the family questions about it when I found a scar down my cheek. When I questioned the family about it Harriet diagnosed my symptoms as being in a coma. I have to get home, but I’m scared of what I might find out.

Amy Thomas


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