Dear Diary

Chapter 1

Dear Diary,

i'm gonna attempt to keep a diary in hopes to help me..so here is some background info.

Okay so my name is Lucy Hive, i'm 18 and i live on my own, and not for good reasons. see my father was abusive and forced a lot on me, he raped me a few times, but lets not talk about that. See somewhere around July last year my father met a woman..this woman was actually very wonderful and father began to change, in the best of ways. we lived together in Oregon after mom died, she was a drunk and was coming home late from one of her boy toys house drunk off her ass, of course, and ran straight into a semi. After her death my father wanted a new start so we ended up here. Shortly after that the abuse started and so on. I guess he felt guilty for what he did to me so he left me the house, a phone and gives a couple hundred dollars every month, plus his old truck, a 2001 Toyota Tacoma. So here i am, living on my own in this house. I've made this house my own since last year. My room is a nice deep navy blue with white trim and along the top half of the room are led lights, i have black night stand to match my bed frame. and in the corner of my room i have a decent size desk for my writing, art and ect. Across the room is my white dresser. Okay enough of my room to keep it short the rest of the house is basically the same color scheme but instead of the blue it's a nice light gray except the guest room which has light green walls with white trim, a small desk, dresser and closet. The house is pretty small, but its home.

Now there is a few things i have not told you yet. You see i have these......voices, in my head i call them my demons, because well.. their not nice at all, in any way sometimes they tend to get violent which in turn makes my body shut down and basically lose its damn mind. And because of these voices i tend to have often mood swings. I've had these voices since i was 8. Now that i'm older they've gotten a lot worse and a lot more violent, though I've grown use to them they still have a habit of surprising me.

Okay well i don't really know what to say now..do i just say bye or uhg whatever that's all for today.

LUCY'S POV

i closed the journal in frustration...'this is such a bad idea' i thought to myself. <all of your ideas are bad> damn these bastards are getting on my nerves all ready and the day hasn't even started. I ignore what is being said and just continue to get dressed. I slip on my black tank top and blue jean skinny jeans, 'damn where are my shoes' fuck. I run around the entire house looking for the little shits.. oh well look like i'm wearing my slides. I slip on my black slides and look in the mirror, i'm honestly not ugly even tho the voices say otherwise. I have black wavy hair that goes to the middle of my back, I'm pretty slim with some slight curves and hazel eyes...my mothers eyes..god i hate her. She was nothing but a drunk whore. I take a minute to collect myself and check my phone. SHIT! it's 8'o clock i have 20 minutes. I quickly run to my room and grab my messenger bag and beanie and hall ass out the door locking it behind me. I get into my truck and quickly back out of my drive way. 'hhmm, it looks like its gonna rain.' i roll up my windows and turn up the radio to hear sex by eden playing, turning it up louder i start to sing a long with the song and before the song is even over i pull into the school and after what seemed forever i parked my gorgeous blue truck and ran up to the front doors of hell and took a deep breathe..first day of senior year, no big deal. Well this should be fun.

LUCY IS THE PIC ABOVE CREDIT GOES TO WHO EVER TOOK THE PICTURE AND THE WONDERFUL GIRL IN THE PICTURE  ~ KITTY