This is only the preface, so that I can decide if I'm going to keep it going. Sorry that it is so short!
3:16 P.M. Only four minutes left. Good and bad. Only four minutes in my public hell, but only four minutes left until my personal hell.
You see, my life consists of three things: home, school, and hospitals. The only good thing about my life is also my only passion. Writing. You should see all my diaries and stories. A new chapter for every pain. I have enough to fill a book. And all of this because of just one man.
Jeremy.
I hate this man with every fiber of my being. He is the most vile, evil, lowest, most selfish creature to ever walk the face of the Earth. And that is my opinion of him on a good day. And, yes, even I have good days, no matter what he does to try to ruin it. Unfortunately my only good days are the days when he is gone. Yeah, you're probably thinking, "Oh, she is just another teenage girl who doesn't like her step-father." Right?
Wrong.
I am not like any other teenager. I don't care that I only have two friends. I don't care that every single person in the school thinks that I am insane or suicidal. I don't even care that my friends don't stand up for me when they hear that kind of talk. I am different because I know that I'll be something. I am different because I know that things have to get better. I am different because I would like to be a normal teenager, throwing fits about this party or that dance, fighting with my mom, telling her that really, all the girls dress like this. No, mom, I'm not showing too much skin. No, mom, I'm not wearing too much makeup. But I can't do any of this. I can't be normal, whatever that clichéd word might mean. Normal. So many definitions. So many thoughts on the word. Most aren't even thoughts that go through my mind.
Most are wishes.
Most are wishes that I could define the word. That I could come up with a definition that would make people understand the other wish. The wish that I could somehow be the definition. Not have everyone have my life. No. No one should ever live my life. My life should never be considered normal. Instead, I wish that I could have one of those normal lives. Not a fairy tale life, where the princess is rescued by her true love. That would be asking for a miracle. I accepted the fact, a long time ago, that fairy tales are just bedtime stories for small children. Innocent kids who get their hopes up that someday, that princess could be them. The one who always gets her Happily Ever After.
Me? I already know that there is no Happily part for me. I just want to get to the Ever After part already.
Well, what do you think? Should I keep going or not? Review, please!