The Journal

Chapter 1 : The journal

Chapter 1

Kelsey POV   

It was the end of the day. I was at my locker, putting away all the books I didn't need. 

I suddenly got a text, so I had to dig my phone out of my backpack. It was from my brother, Lucas.

"Hurry up, I'm in the parking lot."

He always picks me up on Fridays so I don't have to take the bus. The bus ride home is almost an hour because I'm one of the last stops.

I shut my locker, and saw something on the ground. I thought maybe I dropped something, but it wasn't mine.

I picked up the notebook on the floor and looked around. Nobody was left in the hall. I slowly opened it and discovered it was someone's journal.

I put it in my backpack, and went outside. I got in my brother's car, and we left.

"How was school?" Lucas asked.

"Fine... How was college?"

"Fine..."

"My stupid math teacher gave us a pop quiz today. It was totally unfair because we barely know the material."

"How do you think you did?"

"Not very well."

We got home, and I went straight up to my bedroom. I took the journal out, and opened it to the first page.

Dear Journal,

I ran out of pages in my old journal, so my mom bought me this one. But if I ever go through with killing myself, it will have been a waste of money. 

I've been too scared to go through with anything though, so for now, I guess you're my new best friend.

I made a few more cuts on my wrist today after school. Nobody has caught me yet, but if mom finds out, I'll be in so much trouble.

She would probably ship me off to a mental institute or something. And I definitely don't want to end up there. 

Luckily, it's cold out, so I have a good excuse to wear long sleeved shirts and hoodies and nobody will suspect a thing.

It's almost time for bed, so I better go.

-R

My stomach dropped. Whoever this is, is suicidal. Or maybe not because they're too scared to actually do something. But they've got problems. 

I'm so curious who it could be. I'm pretty sure it's a boy because of the handwriting. It was messy.

Maybe I know this person. Maybe I don't. 

Maybe their locker is the one next to mine since that's where I found the journal.

I'm so curious.

"Kelsey! Lucas! Dinner!" Mom called.

I hid the journal under my pillow and went downstairs.

Riker POV

"Riker, it's ok. I'll buy you a new one," mom said.

"No! It's not ok!" I cried.

"Honey, I'm sure you just left it in your locker or something."

Mom hugged me. I wiped away my tears. Maybe she's right. Maybe my journal is just in my locker.

"Why do you cry so much?" Rocky asked.

"Rocky, be nice to him," mom said.

I sniffled a little, and stayed in mom's arms. My siblings can be so insensitive.

"Come on, Riker. How about you help me make dinner?" Mom asked.

"Ok."

I followed her to the kitchen and started setting the table.

Later...

Kelsey POV

I was in bed, and technically supposed to be sleeping, but I was still so curious about the journal.

I took it out from under my pillow and turned the flashlight on my phone on. And I opened it to the next page.

Dear Journal,

My siblings were really mean to me today. Rocky wouldn't stop picking on me, so I got mad and tried to go to my room, but he followed me up there and wouldn't leave me alone. I nearly started crying, but I didn't because I really don't want to cry in front of anyone.

I save my crying for when I'm in the shower. 

I almost got caught with my cuts today too... It's just been a rough day.

It was a nice day out, so mom told us to go outside and play. Everyone wanted to play football, so I got roped into it.

Ross threw me the ball, and Rocky tackled me really hard on the ground. I landed on my wrist, and it felt like it ripped open a bunch of my cuts.

I told them I had to use the bathroom, and I went inside. Once I was in the bathroom, I pulled up my sleeve, but none of my cuts were bleeding. But my wrist was all bruised up. 

I decided to stay inside after that. Mom asked if I was ok, and I just told her my wrist hurt, so she gave me some ice to hold on it.

It's just better to be alone and stay away from my siblings. 

I'll probably just tell mom I have homework to do in the future...

I'm really tired, so I'm going to bed.

-R

For the one and only time in my life, I wasn't happy tomorrow was Saturday. I wanted to see who had the locker next to me because maybe that's who the journal belonged to.

I'm almost positive it's a boy. And I felt so bad. I just want to help him.

I was so tired, so I shut the journal and put it under my pillow. I shut off my flashlight, and fell asleep.