Diary of Anne Miller ( sad story)

Chapter One

Dear Anne, I don't know how your life will be in the future but, I thought you needed a reminder in whatever scenario you're in.
Your life wasn't perfect. Remember Mom and Dad? Anthony? Thomas? Callie? You will. You're probably pretty old now, whatever you're doing, this book will forever be a reminder of the inhumane things a human will do to earn trust, trust that shouldn't have been given. I hope you've learned more about life because if you have -- this book has proved suicide didn't win.

***

  I awoke by the screaming of my parents. It was endless.
You may think it's normal for parents to fight, but this wasn't normal fighting. It wasn't about bills, or my sake, or jobs or anything remotely reasonable. It was the pure fact that Dad cheated on Mom right in front of her. Constantly.

  I couldn't understand why they stayed together after she found that out five months ago, but Mom doesn't believe in divorce and tried to convince herself that Dad would change.
The sad fact is; Dad never changed. No matter how many freebies he was given, he never did.
In fact, he got worse. I hardly saw him anymore and even if I did it was very brief and incomprehensible.

  I tried to love my parents no matter what they did, but the first time I was slapped by my father. I didn't know what trying was anymore.
All sympathy, love, and caring I had for that man had seemed to vanish. As for my mother, she's a own problem by herself.
After she found out about dad's little affairs and endless tramps she started doing drugs. Very illegal ones.

Then she slapped me.
Both didn't care anymore, they were simply abusive and it didn't matter if I was their only child or not. Life was tough and I was there. An innocent naïve freshman; a virgin to hard cold life -- of course they hated me.
I had my own life to start with, whereas they were old and outdated.

"Anne, are you okay? You've seemed....a bit off lately..." I'm stopped from exiting Mr. Webb's room by the sound off his voice turning to him I give an unconvincing smile that hurts my face from the punch I received yesterday.
"Yes sir, I'm fine. I just... haven't been getting proper sleep lately..." and that's not a complete lie, I'm up within the depths of night trying to finish all my homework and still manage to juggle the impossible chores I am given.

He frowns lightly, "If anything is ever bothering you... don't hesitate to come talk to me, okay?" He actually sounds genuinely worried and I actually smile at this.
"Thank you Mr. Webb," I left the classroom with a new mindset of getting to my locker before the bell rang. Being a freshman was never easy, we easily were overlooked and the slightest thing we done could set off a senior very easily.

  I tried to stay away from the drama, but alas, drama always seemed drawn to me.
"Hey, Anne!" I looked beside me seeing my best friend Callie had fallen in step beside me, Callie has beautiful luscious blonde hair that falls down to her waist freely, baby blue eyes, and a smile that lights up the world. Callie has always had a bubbly personality which contrasted swell with my conserved one.

  "Hey Callie," I greet back, she smiles and dives into her story about her boyfriend Thomas.
Thomas and Callie had started dating right before freshman year started and right now, they're in the awkward to be around honeymoon phase. It was gross and I'm sure neither were virgins whereas they could never keep their hands off each other. 

  I nodded along acting as if I cared and sometimes smiled a bit, I shoved all the books into my locker rather messily and that's when something grabbed my attention.
It was Anthony Wells, the school's very notorious bad boy known for doing things the senior way, even though he was very well a freshman.

Everything about him screamed confidence, which bothered me because how can a crappy person have such a great level of esteem? It doesn't even make sense. Apparently, I stared too long and his eyes flickered to mine and he smirked smugly and winked at me I rolled my eyes slamming my locker shut.
Anthony Wells seriously got on my nerves.

***

"So, after that you add -- " Science class was seriously a drag.
The only good thing about the class was that the boys was always making inappropriate comments when something non-sexual came up, but they had to make it sexual anyway.
Even that was terrible. I would be lying if I said I enjoyed school, and typically I don't lie. I don't enjoy lying and definitely don't like being called one.

  But lately, that's all my parents made me into. A filthy rotten liar.
My parents should be in jail for all the bad things they do. Adultery, drugs, child abuse but I don't think I could ever do that to them. And I don't know why, I guess it's the fear of something going wrong and receiving one of dad's famous punishments. I was too busy doodling on my notebook to notice a crumpled up piece of paper land on my desk.

  I look around for the owner and see it's Anthony, I narrowed my eyes at him and he gestures for me to read it.
I undid the crumpled piece of paper and read the messy hand writing, ' If you're looking for a good time meet me in the janitor's closet at eighth period. Xx - Anthony' I had never been more embarrassed in my life.
He made me sound like a prostitute of some sort, or worse, a personal slut always begging for attention.

I think that's what made my freshman year a disaster. It had to be Anthony.
I remembered every other time when I was upset but it always led me to connect Anthony as a major factor. What's worse was; he considered me an easy lay.
He didn't even think I was remotely pretty, how could someone want to use another person for their own pleasure?

It's sick, and without even being used. I felt beyond used.
He got the reaction he wanted.

"Do you wanna get ice cream or something? Dad gave me the credit card!" I raise an eyebrow while eyeing the shiny card she has waving around in the air, I've only seen a credit card once. I had to go buy groceries because mom was too stoned and dad was off with some woman. 
I took on too many responsibilities. "Um, I can't. Got too many tests to study for," She sighs frowning, "Fine! But next time you owe me!" I nod to her smiling and I made my way home.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh rang through my ears as I fell back against the wall of my room, it was the first blow. It stung like fire and made me alert of the furious drunken man on front of me, I remember when his blue eyes danced with happiness. I could never tell what he felt anymore.
They were eyes of an monster.

"You're worthless! I told you to be home five minutes ago and you come home five minutes later?! How dare you disobey me?" He slaps me again jerking me up by the hair as he kicks me in the stomach more than once and leaving me to wallow and fix myself.

Usually it was the parents who fixed the bruises but here I was, fixing my own bruises, that my parents gave me.