Fairy Tale

This is a warning. Please don't read as this is my journal. I strong opinion and difference offend you, please don't read on in fear of your own life. This book is cursed. If you are to ignore this warning and read on just remember that you shall never repeat what this book states.
It all started when my sister, Zara, died. She was only 15 years of age. My family was devastated. We were peasants and had no money. I was 8 years of age at the time. Here's how she died. One day, she called to my mother " mamma, I'm going hunting for dinner." And with that by noon she left. Around 4:00 we were getting worried.
"I'll go look for Zara" said papa as he put on his favorite pair of boots which mama despised.
"Please bring her back." Said mama planting a peck on his cheek. About 2 hours later my little brother, jack, saw a crowd gathering outside.
"Mama, theirs a crowd outside" notified jake. Mama came and looked out the window. There were so many people we couldn't see what was in the middle. We all came outside and we saw papa carrying Zara's limp and bloody body.
"Zara!" I screamed running to her side. Mama was hugging jack, crying.
"Ava" whispered Zara, holding my sweaty hand.
"Please don't go, Zara, please!" I cried feeling her hand getting colder.
"Ava, I'll never be gone. I'll always be in your heart." She whispered. Then, before I knew it her hand fell, almost in slow motion and she drew her last breath. That was the beginning.