POV. Dedlia.

Dear Diary,

Ever since my mother Charlotte and my father Edmund, died in that tragic accident I have been in charge of the household. Man of the house, well…woman of the house. I just wanted to tell you about the recent happenings…actually, the real reason is so that I can let it out, instead of bottling it all up as if it be milk.

Here is my history. My name is Delia, I am 13 years of age. My father bred dogs to be used for the military, police and other important services. Round about 4 months ago, my mother and father were traveling to London to collect a new female German shepherd to breed from. They were being transported by an intoxicated "chauffeur", of course, unknown to them that he was an alcoholic of off the street posing as a chauffer. As they were drawn into imminent death, my life was to change. Change drastically.