Hate.Love.You

Heyyy! First book, don't judge ^-^

I remember those days when everything used to be so.. Good. Until he came along, but, I guess that was then and this is now.

Chapter: 1

I stand here alone in my room, shuffling from foot to foot, wondering what to do.

I can't just ignore this..

Once again, I am surrounded by, yelling, screaming and the very

'Attractive' sound of, slamming doors.

In an instant, I start to shake.. I can't hold these tears in anymore, tear by tear, I shelter myself, because when I get down to it, thats really all I've got.

I look out at the moon, as if in some way, we are connected as equals and it can hear my cries. Hoping it can atleast give me some sort of insurance that this night will pass, and I will be okay...

My hope is lost.

Instead, Im stuck with its essencey glow, shinning over me...

Chapter 2:

"Loneliness is a girls best friend"

I try my best to push this frown over into a bright eyed smile, but ever heard of the saying "The impossible is always possible!" Well, its more of the opposite.

I stop in my own tracks, at the sound of.. I don't even know what it is, until I realize that Im the one thats actually perusing it. My stomach is making some sort of weird.. Gurggly noise, which to me indicates Im hungry, but that means I would have to leave my room, and we all know what happens next. Its a whole different scene, never know what happens behind closed doors.

A few seconds later, my fingers and feet start to freeze up, as the fresh night air, bubbles into the space called 'My room'. I slowly breath in and out, and think to myself this will all just fade, or this is all just a nightmare!

But, oh bby gurl me and you both know this is damn straight reality.

Long.night.ahead.

(12:00 PM)

Sometimes I wonder If I should ever, tell someone about my home-life like a consoler, but I don't wanna be seen as a silly child or somethin. At times I feel pretty guilty, because I have such great friends and all, but I don't know.. Its just risking to much.

In awe, everything just goes to complete silence.. Not 1 single movement or sound in sight.

Complete silence.

Until.. I hear deep footsteps approach my victorian styled door, I carefully push my long brown hair to the side, and place my ear quietly against the door, to allow more sound access.

The footsteps keep coming closer and closer..