Before We Collide...

#1 The forest eyed demon...

Dear Diary

What is the meaning of life? The dictionary tells us it is the existence of an individual human being or an animal... Scientists say it is a meaningless accident in a universe that is indifferent to our existence. Merely our existence. But I hope to believe there's more to it. We are all set on this planet earth for a reason and after all, everyone has a chapter that they don't read out loud.

They say difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations, but when does that road ever end? Will I ever reach my beautiful destination or will I forever rest in a pit of emptiness surrounded by nightmares that haunt my very being. Why do I have to live a life where I don't even know who I am anymore? Where everyday is a struggle on my feet and life simply tosses me around like a dirty rag doll.

Life is meaningless...

Or so I thought until my whole world came crashing down when we collided.

My name is Skylar Elena Matthews and this is my story...

Beep beep beep!

Ugh, bloody alarm clock.

I reached out my hand searching for the off switch, pulling the covers further over my head to let sleep take over. The sun came rushing in through the window and past the curtains as I glued my eyes shut, trying to block out the penetrating light. A chilly breeze crept up my spine, followed by goosebumps dancing on my skin. My blue sheets hid my body from the outside world and the mysteries the day holds.

A sigh escaped my lips as I decided to take on the day, leaving my fluffy bed all on its own. I rushed to the bathroom to do my morning routine, grabbing my white towel on the way. I hopped into the shower letting the warm water cascade down my body, washing away all the pain and stress.

After washing my hair I stepped out, wrapping the towel around my petite form. I stared at myself in the mirror above the sink, taking in every blow I've had to face. My dreary blonde locks rested just above my waist seeing as I haven't cut it in a while. My lifeless blue eyes stared back at me letting me see the girl I don't recognize anymore since that dreadful day...

The scars on my arms and legs send thoughts through my head. I dreaded each and every night, leaving me unwilling to come home. I quickly took out my make up bag, trying to find the concealer to hide the purple bruise on my cheek from last night. Her words hammered against my head as I felt a headache coming along.

I pulled on my black skinny jeans and hoodie, hiding my battle wounds from the eyes around me . I let my hair dry up in a messy bun and gave myself a nod in approval. I just want to get through senior year and into college so that I could leave her behind and finally be free.

Pulling on my converse, I quickly skipped downstairs. Rounding the corner into the kitchen I saw her, sitting at the table with her head in her hands. To say I'm not surprised would be an understatement since she has a hangover every single morning.

I went to the sink, filling up a glass with water and setting it in front of her with a pill beside it. "Thank you baby." She grunted as I pulled out a bowl and cereal leaving her breakfast on the table. Same as yesterday...

My mother, Lila, has been this way for over three years ever since my dad left and my older brother, Bryan passed away in a motorcycle accident... or that's what the newspaper and police told everyone. We all knew it wasn't an accident but since they never found the killer or his body they gave up and closed the case. We were left with burying an empty casket and couldn't win the fight against the judge.

That caused my mother and father to start fighting. A year later he packed his bags and left us, never returning to his family and home. My mother fell into depression and started drinking day in and day out. She would drink two to three bottles a night and that's when her inner monster would reveal himself, taking out her anger and sadness on me.