Disappearance

Entry 1: March 14, 2019

Dear Journal,

My name is Peni, but you won't be able to reply, so I don't know why I "told" you. I needed to write in you because my sister got me this. I can't just not use it. Well, I bet you expect me to write my feelings, what happened today, so on and so forth. But I probably won't, or I probably will. Don't "keep your hopes up" because there's a good possibility I won't. Anyways, I've got work today, and my sister, Sweet Notes, is coming over with her son, Everest Jr. I'll see you after work, you strange book.

Your new "author",

Penned Hearts

"Peni, I'm here! I couldn't bring Junior, he got sick, and Everest is watching over him. Peni?"

A young, light yellow unicorn mare walked into the house, a purse and jacket in her saddlebags. A small picnic basket levitated beside her, the deep orange magic holding it up. "Are you here? If you are, I'm sorry I didn't knock, I used my set of keys." She set a key ring in a small ceramic bowl next to the door. The mare walked through the house, occasionally shouting her younger sisters name. When the mare walked into the living room, she noticed Peni's desk. A small book lay open, the page date telling of last Friday.

Entry 12: March 26, 2019

Dear Junie,

I've gotten the same letters for the past few days. All of them say the same thing. "I will find you, and once I do, my revenge will have been EXACTED." I don't know what it means, but-

The entry stopped there. Another word was started, but ended in a small scribble of ink, running down the page and lightening, as though the quill had run out of ink. Under the cover of the book, a corner stuck out, catching the mare's attention. She pulled it out, rather than lifting the edge of the book. The ink had dried, luckily, so the words didn't smudge. It was what had been written that caused the mare to crush the paper into a ball.

I have your sister. If you ever want to see her again, Sweet Notes, I suggest you come and find me. -You'll never guess who