Hey there,
Well, chapter two already here, whoop whoop. I hope you enjoy ^^
xxx Joyce
"Just keep moving forward and don't give a shit about what anybody thinks.
Do what you have to do for you"
-Johnny Depp
After a long, terrible, dull day I finally came home. I live in a ordinary terraced house. It's not too small and not too big. I opened the door.
"Hello mother, I'm home!"
"Keep your voice down Olvia, I have a headache"
Just like always, you lazy ass bitch.
"I'm sorry mother. Did you buy any food?"
"No, what are you thinking? I'm not your slave."
"Oh.., Well I thought you went to the grocery store. Maybe you should walk more, you know. Since dad left you, you only sit here and do nothing at all"
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, young lady. You have absolutely no idea what happened!"
Well, he choose another young, energetic women
"I thought you had a headache. Why do you always have to scream mum!"
"That's enough! Go upstairs and don't come down until I say so!"
I went upstairs. Crying. Why was she always so mean. It felt like she was blaming me for everything bad that happened in her life. Probably she will drink herself into a coma tonight. Because of the "headache".
This is exactly why I didn't bring my friends home. I was so ashamed of her. I always went to church with her, I did the dishes and cleaned the whole fucking house for god's sake. Life is so unfair. I took my diary out of my closet. It's called dreamer. I wrote my deepest secrets in here. And my dreams. My dream is to take a vacation to Paris. Not that that will ever happen. I kept it in my closet, because I wouldn't my mother to find it. I started writing and cried myself to sleep. I missed my dad so much.
The next morning I woke up around half past six. I liked to wake up early. It was Saturday, so I went jogging. I enjoyed the cold air against my skin. The dew on the grass was still visible. Concentrating on my breathing calmed me down.
Until I heard another sound. Someone was jogging behind me. Something that like never ever would happened around this time. I turned around and saw someone jogging behind me. He was like 4 yards behind me. I couldn't see who it was because of the haze. He came closer and I started to panic. What was I supposed to do? My breath became more restless. Until I looked him in the eyes and he spoke:
"Hi, I'm Jai"
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