Dear Diary (5sos au)

Dear Diary, I'm Lonely

Dear Diary,

I decided to start writing a diary because im pretty sure thats what every depressed sixteen year old does. I'm not exactly sure if I like the idea of seeing a therapist and sharing my 'feelings' so I might as well write them all down.

Its the third week since my brother, Ryan, has gone off to college, and I miss him like crazy. He was really my only friend, and my parents are so obviously upset about him leaving. They treat me worse than usual.

Yesterday mom nearly shoved me down the stairs... Good thing I held onto the railing.

School starts tomorrow and the thought of only being a junior kills me. All I want to do is finish school and leave this hell of a home. Maybe live with Ryan.

Wish me luck, because i'm about to have the worst year of my life.

-Claire X

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{Claires POV- Past}

I close the small book, newly made into my diary. I would probably just write two more enteries, store it in my desk, then throw it away in a few months.

It actually did help me, though. Writing down my feelings... It was nice getting it all out of my mind.

"Claire! Dammit I told you to do the dishes!" I hear my father yell from downstairs. My stomach knots up, and tears form in my eyes.

Why were they so angry lately? Especially angry with me. I never did anything wrong. Maybe they were disappointed because they know I wont amount to anything.

Well that's what I kept telling myself, at least.

"Okay!" I yell back, leaving my room and jogging down the stair case. I walk into the kitchen and roll my eyes at the sight.

Mom was sitting at the table, beer bottles surrounding her. You could tell she was wasted because she was staring intently at the wall.

Whenever she gets drunk, she focuses oddly on the weirdest things.

I grab the first dish from the sink and begin to scrub it with a rag, which I dampened with water and soap.

I wash a few dishes before I feel a yank at the back of my shirt. It sends me flying back and the plate I was holding to slam on the floor.

I landed on the shattered pieces.

"Why are you out of your room?" He screams in my face as I wince in pain from the glass. He smashes his beer bottle to the ground, right next to my face.

I never used to be scared of my parents, they used to be lovely people. The best parents I could have asked for.

He throws me across the floor.

"GO!" I nod and run up the stairs to my room, shutting and locking the door.

Tears run down my face. I could feel blood falling from the fresh cuts in my back.

I walk into my bathroom, removing some of the glass with tweezers and cleaning the cuts.

I know I cant live like this forever, but I dont know what to do. Im stuck in this nightmare, and as of now, there isnt a way out.

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{Emmas POV- Present}

What the he'll did I just read? There were so many thoughts running through my mind.

The first one being about my grandparents. They arent abusive at all, they're happy, joyful people.

My second thought, who was Ryan?

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Hey loves! Okay if its confusing, heres how it is;

Emma is reading the Diary, not the POV. Thats only for the reader (you) so you know whats going on in more detail.

If you're reading this, thank you!

Im very excited about his story!

~Claire