Every day we write. We either type, text, or put pen to paper. We are either writing things of love, happiness, sadness, or despair. We are writing to someone or about something.

What would you do if a journal, unknowingly, fell into your lap that could become your best friend, simply because you wrote in it. Would it grant your wishes, would it speak to your, or would it terrify you?

Prologue

Listen, it was a normal day when I found this journal. Sometimes I'm sure this journal is alive. Sometimes I just think it's magical object. Whatever it is, it's granted more than enough of the "wishes" that I have written in it... and some of those wishes weren't even direct "I wish..." Even as I'm telling you this story, I'm actually writing IN this journal. It's almost as if I want the journal to know... that I'm telling it's story.

Before I get to ahead of myself though, let me start from the very beginning... where I happened upon this journal that has become my best friend.

You could say it was a normal day. For someone like me who has the worst luck, it was a normal day. I started my day by having a child tantrum that any 30 year old person can have with little to no sleep and having to wake up way to early for work. Going to a 5 to 9 job, leading no where in life and not knowing what to do with herself anymore. Thankfully, this child tantrum was just me crying in the shower and pumping myself to get ready go into work. Ya know, the norm.

I don't know why, but I had decided to move to place a with no trees, little green, to many people and to much noise. Somehow, this little paradise had found me. My little place of living was almost hidden, it was surrounded by trees that blocked the sounds of traffic beyond. The realtor had driven me down this rock road, that reminded me of home. It was such a contradiction. I remember looking out the back window of the car, just watching the busy main road and sounds of it disappearing as we took the bend in the roads.

The cottage house that appeared in front of us, was out of some stupid fairytale only in my dreams and I remember turning to her and exclaiming, "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

At this point, she had gotten use to my antics. She simply just laughed and said, "I thought the exactly same thing when it came across my desk. It was such a weird thing too, because this isn't the normal type of homes we market. I saw it though and instantly thought of you."

"Well it's nice that you actually thought of me, but it's like a fairytale. It reminds me of Hansel and Greta!" I said in sort of a panic.

"Please, Mela, just give it a chance. I actually came to see the house first before bringing you. I've looked at enough houses with you to know your taste and I really think this is exactly what you are looking for." she said softly.

She always knew how to speak to me in a soft tone that would ease my anxiety. I turned to her as she kept her focus on the road, "But, Dara... Where... where did this place come from. That's a main road and I don't remember ever seeing that entrance or the trees. It's as if I'm in a forest now." I said looking out the window again and looking up at the trees.

"You know..." Dara paused as she thought, "I thought the same thing. I also questioned myself if this was to good to be true. Which is also why I came to see it first, before I contacted you. Please, Mela, like I said, just give it a change."

I "humphed" at her and decided to just take in the scenery. It's been awhile since I've seen this many trees and felt nature calling me. Dara was very good at getting me... she should at this point. I've been using her for the past year and a half to find a house for me.

Who would have known, that Dara was just my first step into finding this journal that would change my whole life. That sometimes I wasn't sure if it was for the best or not.