Lucy... I can't help but let my mind wander to the scene before me, earlier that day. It's like there was something trying to wiggle it's way to the front of my brain, trying to enlighten me to the facts displayed out in front of me that I was so clearly oblivious to. What was it... What was it! I grasped my head as the pressure was weighing down on me like a sack of bricks, there was something seriously wrong, I just didn't know what. I looked around my room in a desperate attempt of distraction from my state of mind, only, I didn't find a distraction. Only inspiration. Her notebook! with how think and worn down the pages were there should be some kind of enlightenment about her crappy life right? If it would ease my racing mind, I will god damn read the entire thing if I have to!
Quickly getting up from my bed I race over to my desk and almost tripped over my chair as I fought against gravity and stabilized myself. Why am I getting myself so crazy about some spoiled rich kid who does nothing but harasses my girlfriend? If there was anything I should be doing right now it should be going over there right now to embrace her, kiss her, tell her how much I love her. Her devious smile that I've grown accustomed to, that shine in her eyes whenever she looks my way, her amazing laugh. They're the only things I should be investing my time in right now!
But why does that image suddenly make me feel sick.
There's something wrong with me. I shouldn't be thinking like this. How dare that vile little skank force her way into my head like this, making me question everything I've ever known. For what! Some silly little feeling. One that won't go away. One that seems to be taking over every fiber of my being.
I hadn't realised I'd let my head drop until I heard the bang from either my skull or my desk. Probably both. Great, now I don't just have mental pains but physical ones too. I sigh as I flip the pages of the notebook. There's no point stalling this any longer. I flip to the first page and see that stupid picture, the one that gave me the stupid idea to put myself in this shitty situation to begin with. I decided not to think much of it and skipped to the next few pages. It was full of story ideas and half-finished songs. See? there's nothing to think about! Just a weird book with weird poems about her shitty life. She's got no friends so she's gotta vent somewhere. I laugh to myself as I imagine her sitting around a table with all of her stuffed teddies having tea parties with her made up pals. That's what happens when you push everyone away.
"My diary"
So she did write something useful after all. I flipped the page to the first entry and read the first sentence my eyes came in to contact with, although now, I really wish I hadn't.
"My Father forced himself on me today."
Oh shit.
Hello everybody! How have you been? I'm so sorry for the lack of content the past two years! Everything's been so crazy! I now have a wonderful little boy, I've named him Adrian, after miraculous ladybug.
This is a preview for the next chapter that I'll be posting in a couple of days, I hope you like it. Any constructive criticism? Let me know!
Again I'm really sorry for disappearing, I promise it won't happen again at least until this story's finished!