Prologue

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Day 1 

Dear Journal, or... whatever this is.

My name is Lisa, I am 25 years old.  I enjoy many things in life, like hanging out with friends and my job.  However, my past doesn't allow me to smile everyday.  I guess i'm writing in this to make myself better.  I can't talk to people about this, so maybe I can share my story with you.  I'll write more each day, but I think this is where I'm gonna leave it today.

~ Lisa

I shut my journal and sighed.  I glanced at the clock, it read 11 in the morning.  I groaned laying back down and placing a pillow over my face.  I should get up.

I rolled out of my bed and made my way to the bathroom.  I stared at my pale face in the mirror, surprised there wasn't dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep.  I never really had a good night of sleep.  I always had too much on my mind, so I either got around 4 hours, or just stayed up all night.  It may sound stressful, but for me it worked.  I didn't have work for another 9 hours.

After I finished up in the bathroom, I put on a sweatshirt along with some leggings and put my hear in a messy bun.  Then I grabbed my phone and headed straight for the kitchen.

I made myself some coffee and sat on the couch.  I couldn't eat breakfast in the morning because it made me nauseous, but coffee did the trick.  As I sat on the couch my mind wandered  to memory's from my past.  I felt my breathing fasten and heart beat quicker than usual.  I was brought back into reality by a tear falling onto my lap.  I wiped my eye with my sweatshirt sleeve and started to watch videos on my phone, hoping to take my mind off of everything.  

All I knew, was that today was not off to a great start.



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