1 The curse

'What did I do to have this curse .Why is it a must for me to live with this curse.I want to live a normal life just like the mortals,but I can't have normals friends like them because the friendship with mortal bound to break,their life would be destroyed in a way worse than one to be stricken by poverty or famine as these issues won't bother them, because they would have lost their capabilities to feel remorse, poor or hunger all because of me, the touch of my lips and jagged teeth on their skin, is enough to start emptying the emotions they feel.With this curse that I hold how am I supposed to live a normal life?'

*I hold my rub my chest in attempt to prevent the pain from intensifying.*

If some mortals knew my curse ,they may visualise it as power instead of a curse,a power to remove their pain that their life is a sad plot debilitating their motivation,and revitalise their lives.No,that's not the case,this curse will not only take your pain away and leave you a in a happy-go-lucky state..it will remove all your emotions including tour happiness.For if you were to face handful of gold bars,your face would be straight.If you were to face death of a loved one,your expression would still be a void.I believe one to die is a better way to remove your pain than this curse,but my kind some believe they're doing good by removing the mortal pain,some enjoy merely taking away the emotions of the mortal just to fill their stomachs and don't mind wiping emotions out of the world,making the world colder.But me,I hate to be part of my kind,I hate that I need to feed on others emotions

to relief my hunger.

*My chest tightens more and more and pain intensifies,making me unable to finish what I started ,but I held my chest and went on writing*

Most of all I hate myself,for the monster I am , for the pain I feel for taking mortals' pain and happiness away,for not letting them live their life as they are and slowly turning the world into stone.

2nd June,2020

Diana.

I put the pen I was using down next to my diary and laid back against my chair,I could feel my eyes well up and felt a tug at the corner of my mouth ,I bit my bottom lips to stop the twitching from intensifying and shut my eyes to stop myself from breaking down,but tears were persistent to roll down my cheeks until my face became wet and my mouth twitched and made heavy breathing sounds.I was crying,I promised myself I wouldn't cry for this again but here I am again in the same situation.

I am a zombie breed and because of my nature I shouldn't be crying over this right?But I hate my nature,because of my nature I turned my own mother into stone.My mother .. stone.The mother who always care for me later did not even care if I would die...or if she herself died,later she died by inserting a knife into herself,because she lost her feelings and senses.It's all my fault.

*ring ring.. ring ring..*

I wiped the tears of my face and took the phone.A call from an unfamiliar number.

"Hello..? Yes?"

"Hi is this Dianna?" A deep unfamiliar voice asked through the phone.

"Um..yes,how may I help you?"

"Diana this is Z-I-N-C ,we are interested to recruit you into our company for a project as u applied to our company ,looking for an editorial and research post,but first u need to pass an interview which will be held tomorrow and don't worry the details and company background would be informed to you tomorrow.Don't worry about our background I promise you our company is good and secured I just believe it's not secure to exchange details through the phone."

He informed.

"Sounds nice but I'm sorry I applied to IVENA company to get an opportunity as an editor?"

"Yes.Sorry,I forgot to mention that ZINC is under IVENA ,don't worry we'll catch up tomorrow on the details,around 8 :30 a.m?"

The person asked.

"Yeah sure,thank you for the interview opportunity."

"Your most welcome!See you tomorrow."

He hanged up.

"ZINC under IVENA?Huh.Weird." I said to myself.