33 Days To Live (Under Revision)

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WARNING: Trigger warning.

Here's the thing about my parents; my mom is the protective type and is all about business--my dad on the other hand is about having fun, cooking and talks to himself in Italian frequently. He could be serious though when the time called for it.

Their personalities were pretty different, so it always mystified Rachel and I how equally overbearing they could both be. It was the most tedious when they didn't understand what we're going through but they tried to act like they did.

That's parents for you.

Right now though they definitely understood what I was going through and they both were pretty upset.

"A gangster my ragazzo is becoming a gangster. Mamma Mia Ben if you keep this up you'll be joining the mafia by May!" My dad fretted as he paced around the room. For the past half an hour now I had been sitting on the couch listening to him speak dramatically with the occasional Italian word. My mom on the other hand was calmer about the situation but still clearly upset.

"Tony stop being so dramatic, he got into one fight and I think his reasoning was good enough," She said but my dad wouldn't have it.

"Yes, yes but what if he does it di nuovo?" He asked, flaring his hands around. When my dad got upset his hand expressions became more dramatic.

"He won't do it again Tony. Right Ben?" They both then looked over at me and I shrugged.

"No promises. He deserved-" My mom then cut me off sharply.

''I don't care if he deserved it or not, you will promise me right now Benjamin Alderman or so help me I'll ground you." She warned, her soft tone going sharp. I may be a lot of unpleasant things, but I was not liar and I wasn't going to lie to my parents about never hitting Jamie again. I know they needed to hear it to be put at peace but I knew it'd be worse for me down the road if I broke a promise.

"Ragazzo," My dad said in a warning voice. Still I remained silent.

"Very well, be that way. Go to your room and do your homework. I want two hours' worth done before dinner." My dad huffed in defeat and without hesitation I jumped up and rushed up the stairs to my room.

As I was shutting my door I could hear my parents begin to softly argue.

I didn't care, I was just happy to be away from that mess. With a heavy sigh I grabbed my pile of textbooks and sat down on my bed. They said they understood but they didn't. I couldn't figure out why they just didn't get it. Maybe my next segment should be interviewing parents.

Unfortunately I couldn't even think about that right now because I had a mountain of homework to do. With that thought passing I then began to shift through my textbooks to make sure I had everything I needed. That was when I noticed something weird.

One of the books in my pile wasn't mine, yet it was incredibly familiar.

Frowning, I pulled it from the pile and opened it to the first page. This was a diary of some sort and it looked like it belonged to a 'Lucy Burke'.

Lucy Burke.

Lucy Burke.

Lucy Burke?

I don't think there was a Lucy Burke at my school.

At least not that I knew of. Apparently there was though and this was her diary. It'd be rude to read it.

Which is what tempted me furthermore to open it to the first entry.

'Hey Diary, I know this is kind of cheesy but my name is Lucy and I'm going to be writing in you. I'm surprise I haven't sooner, but I guess when I bought you I didn't have anything to say. Now I have more to say then I can remember. Everything is well. My drawing of modern day life won an art contest and is going to be displayed at the museum. I'm really excited about it but don't really have that many people to tell besides you. Most of the kids in my school don't even know I draw because I keep my drawing pad at home. It's my secret talent and I intend to keep it that way because it's more thrilling to create life by hand in secret. Kind of a weird thought huh? There is one person I wish I could show my drawings to though and that's this guy a grade above me. I won't write his name in case I lose this journal but he draws beautiful drawings.'

Starting to get a little bored with the basic school girl pillow talk, and I went to shut the diary and put it aside when I noticed the last page was marked. I guess it wouldn't hurt to read her most recent entry, it might make easier to find her and return the book.

So I opened the book and began to read.

'Things are bad. So bad. I was trying so hard to find a reason not to, to find a reason to stop myself from picking a date but after today I decided to. This world is cruel, to cruel. I thought for just a moment I had found hope but like everyone else he crushed it. Earlier today I was in the boys bathroom crying because I didn't want to cry in the girls bathroom, I knew if I did I'd be the center of their gossip. When I was in the stall I heard a boy singing, it was a stupid song. The stupidest, grossest song I think I've ever heard but for the first time in two weeks he made me smile. Then when I came out of the bathroom, instead of asking me why I was crying he scolded me and sent me out of the bathroom. That was when I realized there was no hope. I have become truly hopeless. So on March 31st I'm going to join the others who lost hope before me. This will be my last entry. Thank you for being there for me even though you're just a silly book.'

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Hi guys! So I don't know what is up with my Wattpad but for the past two chapters (not including this one) it says I posted but when I log on to my app it says I didn't? A fluke in the system I'm guessing? Don't know. I do know that I'm working tonight and I really don't want to, also I have to lose FIVE WHOLE POUNDS to fit into my prom dress, so I'm doing hardcore dieting and working out which is making me a little grouchy -.- Sometimes I hate being a girl but then I see a tall guy and I love it.

Sigh.

-Mari.