My Greatest Desire (ON HOLD)

Chapter One: Why Is Everything Complex?

Chyanne's Pov
        Summer had drug on like an endless black hole. My days spent at home had become ever so boring until that one night only a week ago. My greatest friend and neighbor, Olivia, who I've known since we were born, took me to her twenty-something year old cousin's party down in the woods. If anyone knew me before that week and saw me now they would ask, "What happened to the sweet and innocent little Chyanne?" To that I'd say, "Time is a continuous thing. So in time people change and now I've changed. This is the new Chyanne."

        The house, nestled deep in the woods, that looked full of love, had been turned into a loud disaster full of booze, smokes, and cheap drugs. I swore to keep away from those drugs since I watched my own aunt die of them. No one in my family, that I know of, smokes or drinks, so those were fair game.

        At first I was scared and nervous. All the time spent in school talking about the serious dangers of smoking and underage drinking screamed in my brain. Olivia, sensing my nerves, coaxed, "Come on sweetie, it's just one sip. Trust me you'll be fine. Here, watch."
      Taking a red cup, filled with a golden liquid, she tipped it back and chugged.
     "Ahh. Refreshing! Not to mention that fucking rush. Now you try!"
     An identical red cup was thrust into my hand. The small crowd that was around us waited on me to take my first sip. Looking down into the cup at the wonderful gold color of whiskey, I tipped it to my lips. The alcohol stung my tongue followed by a harsh burn down my throat. After that first cup, I craved more. Just two cups doesn't mean I'm hooked....right?

Keeley's POV
    Summers are the worst for me. School is a distraction from my non-stop threatening mind. Even though the human forms of my demons lurk in the corners of every hallway, the work and lectures are what shut their screaming voices off.
     I was always a happy child who didn't have a care in the world. My parents were always loving and supporting. They still are, but they now are constantly working. I also had one person who I could tell everything to, my twin sister Zoey.
     Zoey was taken away from me four years ago at the being of sixth grade. I'll never be able to forget the accident that caused the rest of my downfall.
     August 6th was the day our friend, Madison, and her Mom drove the three of us girls to a concert. On the way there it began to rain. Ten miles down the road a truck lost control and swerved into us. As our car toppled down a deep and rocky embankment, I reached for Zoey. The two of us clung to each other in blind fear.
     The last thing I remember was hearing Zoey say, "I love you Keeley. I'll always be with you." Her crystal blue eyes, that matched mine, shown with tears and her lemon blonde hair was matted and stained with blood. Both eyes were purple and almost swollen shut. The doctors said she had suffered severely fatal brain damage.
     Not only my twin dying, but that year the bullying became worse. Zoey was always there for me to talk to, but she could no longer listen. Mom and Dad were busy grieving and then became slammed with bills and tons of work, so I couldn't bother them.
     The bullying went from stupid names to harassment, physical and mental violence, and to threats. Everyday with beatings, comments, and threats thrown at my face, I had no choice but to fix my problems. Offing myself was the only solution I could think of, but it didn't work. I woke up the next morning with a gigantic headache and the bottle of pills still in my hand. Mom and Dad had no idea, and they could never know. They already lost one daughter, I can't imagine what they'd do without the other.

Nicole's POV
    Summer time means hot days when everyone wears shorts, tank tops, flip flops. They go to the pool or the beach to strut off that new bikini they paid sixty bucks for. Flat stomachs, tone legs, tiny arms, a whole body laced in a gorgeous tan. Why even own a beach house if I can't enjoy it?
     My parents are FILTHY rich and want the best money can buy, so why not a house right on the beach in the middle of California? Those who think I'm complaining, well you would be as well if you were me.
     Sure Mom and Dad get me anything I want, no matter the price, and don't even think twice about it.
     "You have money and so many things. Do you know people would kill to have your life?"
     Well would they kill for it if they were fat, ugly, and disgusting? The answer would be no. Every time I look in the mirror all I see is fat and I want to puke even more.
     Ana and Mia are my two greatest friends. Mia let's me slack off here and there, but Ana is as hash as an army general. Some days when I'm getting down Mia whispers, "Take a cookie. It will make you feel better." I listen to her, but I go too far and eat the last two boxes of thin mints stashed away in my room. Ana comes home and screams, "YOU FAT, UGLY, DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT! WHO TOLD YOU TO TOUCH THOSE DAMN COOKIES?! I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO BE BEAUTIFUL?"
    "I'm sorry Ana! I promise I won't do it again!"
    "It's alright baby, just go puke it up," suggests Mia.
   I follow her orders and rid myself of the poison. Ana tells me to think about what I've done. I haven't eaten in four days since the last run in with the girls. Ana and Mia are the only ones I take orders from 24/7.