Diary of Anne Miller ( sad story)

Chapter Two

Anne Miller 2008 ( freshman year)

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  I didn't think anything could get worse; potentially the only thing that could make it worse would be a double beating.
I hated those, sometimes, for fun they'd lock me in a closet, preferably, the one in the addict, and they'd leave me there until I was screaming to be let out. (Remember that Anne?)

I remember how suffocated I felt, I remember how those black dots danced throughout my vision, I remember screaming so long and hard that I would actually make myself pass out.
I'm grateful that hasn't happened in a while.
Here's something different for you to picture Anne...

When you were sixteen you stood in front of a mirror, a broken mirror you punched in anger as sobs racked your body.
You stared at yourself in that broken mirror, and you felt exactly like that broken mirror,
If felt as if one touch and all the pieces that were barely holding on...would fall apart and someone would be there to witness it. And you rather it have not been Callie. 

You and Callie were tight, you've known each other since the early days of grade school.
Remember how you two met?

I pushed down into the dirt and my barbie was ripped from my hands as the mean boys laughed at my teary eyes and now tattered dress that I loved so much.
I was afraid to say anything so instead I just cried, "Hey! Meanies! Give Anne back her barbie doll before I shove a rock up your nose you butt munches!" There was a furious baby voice and when I looked up, I came face to face with a very mad Callie, we never talked but we had a mutual understanding.

The boys just laughed, "Oh yeah? We're supposed to be afraid of a little girl with pig tails?" They taunted, before I knew it Callie's small balled up fist connected with the jerk's face and she yanked the barbie doll from his grasp. "Never mess with me or Anne!" The boys scrambled up, and left.
I was sure me and Callie would be best friends forever

That seemed like an easy thing to think about at the time, we were only eight. But, that was before my parents became mentally unstable and insane.
I used to be happy, I suppose. It's been so long I can hardly remember a time where happiness consumed me.

  "I need to set you up with someone," Callie decided out of the blue one day, I raise an eyebrow at her. But she nods indefinitely, "I mean, it's only fair given that I have a boyfriend and you're third wheeled -- I don't want you feeling that way." She explained as she shut her locker, I shrug. "Callie, I really could care less about having a boyfriend, I have school to worry about," That and my parents, there was no telling what they'd do if they found out I had a boyfriend.

"And that's your problem; you're a stick in the mud because you actually care about school," I let out a soft laugh pushing my hair behind my ear, "And that's how its gonna stay, Callie I love you, but I rather stay unsocial for my highschool life." Boy, how wrong I was.
No one knew what was gonna happen that year. And as many people I had to blame...
It was me who done what I did.

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  "Come on Anne! This party is gonna be so off the hook! We'll have so much fun!" The thing about Callie is, she's always been able to persuade everyone into something she wants.
It's worked on me a few times but it stopped working when I turned fourteen. Mainly because I had so much responsibilities in my life, not to mention if my parents knew that I got home late it'd be super bad for me.

But, I began to think about it.
For the past two to three years I've been under my parents dictatorship and I've done everything they've said -- and get punished in the end.
I don't want to go to this party, but I also want to. 

  If it means disobeying my parents and gaining happiness then so be it. I would sneak out tonight and go to the party with Callie. "Um, sure. I'll just have to sneak out after my parents go to bed...around eight or something. Can you pick me up?" She squeals happily clapping her hands together.
"Yes! I can't wait! See you then!" She shouts running off down the hall, I giggle a bit.

"Anne Miller, actually going to a party? I don't believe it!" I turn around seeing Anthony Wells standing in front of me,
"What do you want Anthony?" I retort already on the offense, he puts his hands up in mock surrender. "Nothing, I just find it unbelievable the mute is actually going," I roll my eyes crossing my arms, "Oh yeah I'm going, and by the way, call me a mute again and we'll see what mirror you're looking in." I turn on my heels and walk out of the highschool.

I couldn't even think about how bad of an idea it was...all I could think is how awesome it would feel to defy my dictators.
If only you knew better Anne.

To my utter surprise when I got home Dad wasn't there and Mom was dead asleep on the couch, I had to stare at her for a minute.
The drugs made her look old, much older than she is.
I hated how she done this to herself, but the worst part is, she wasn't a happy druggie.
She was a mad one, filled with anger and rage... that's why our TV is broken.
That's why a lot of our possessions is broken.

I make my way upstairs starting on my very little homework. When I'm done I start cleaning up the house, both parents are unconscious to house life so I decide after cleaning I'd head to my room and get dressed for the party. I don't own many nice clothes but I did put together a decent outfit.
Once I did that, I put pillows under the covers that looked like a human body and locked the door as I'm told to do every night.

I then sneak out the window seeing Callie parked on the curb, I run over getting into her car as it roars to life.

This must feel like living.