The Scars of a Rose

Chapter 1

'There once was a girl named Lily, she was 16 years old.'...

Seriously! Who writes their journal like a five year old practising grammar skills. I honestly expected better of Lily, I expected too much obviously. Oh, and this is MY story. And to get it out the way, my name's Rose.

Lily's my sister, twin actually, ugh! And apparently our sadist mother thought it would be 'sweet' to name us after frickin' plants or 'sweet flowers' as Candice, known as Candi (my mother, if you're dim) likes to call them.

Everything's sweet to Candi, hint in the name actually. Personally I don't see it. The world is some dank, dark, disastrous void with us all trying to find what we can gain from a gainingless place. Pessimistic view, some might say. Well yeah, it is, get over it. I'm 16 years old, and have nothing to live for anyway.

All you need to know about my family, coming right up:

- Candi, she's an unreliable alcoholic, and literally as useful as a shot man(who's not useful at all, duh). She's a pathetic excuse for a mother to be honest.

- Lily is well... Lily. She can make a bad situation seem like it just shit rainbows and unicorns. She's the 'perfect' one, and she doesn't let a moment go by without telling me so.

- Dad. Well, I have lots of them. Candi swaps them monthly convinced that the next one is 'the one'. What bullshit! If you want to know about the real guy, who's swimmers are responsible for this fuck up, and yes - I do mean myself, then go to another source because I have no frickin' clue. Sorry about that.

In general, my life is dandy(I will butter knife you for making fun of my adjectives). I'm an average student, not as good as Lily of course, just suffering through high school like every other teenager. I have enough 'friends' to be socially comfortable. And the rest of the world fits into place without look beneath the surface of my life.

In reality, my life is like a pile of wet sand, bear with me, it's smooth when held carefully but one you flatten you palm, you see all the cracks. Truth is, my life not only sucks donkey nuts, but is basically my own living hell.