Jaycee's Diamond

Chapter One: Enter the Madness

 July 21st, 1984

Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the Earth with

Your eyes turned skyward. For there you have been and there you

Will always long to return.

~ Leonardo Da Vinci

Fantasy was a form of reality in her eyes. It was where simple wind whipping through your hair meant you were free and dark dungeons filled with demons meant you were captive. It was, however, obliviously possible to be captive outside of a dungeon with wind whipping through your hair. That was what made the belief of Fantasy being a form of reality. You see, when you are captive, you are in a dark dungeon. But, this dungeon isn't literal. Instead of dripping black walls, you have cluttering, mind eating thoughts. Instead of a cold, hard ground, you have wobbly legs and loneliness with no one to understand. Instead of bats and cave monsters, you have pitying leeches all around and liars who would say or do anything just to get to your hot, single brother. 

Being 20 years old, she had graduated from a high school and only had two more years of coping class before she could finally join a university. It had been her dream to become a pediatrician and nothing would come in her way. It was hard, thanks to...personal issues, but she knew she could make it. She was a warrior. She had been for 7 years now.

"Steven, where's my bag?" she banged on the door, calling over loud arcade games that echoed in the room ahead. Her brother was such a geek.

He didn't answer, so she barged in. "Steven!"

His eyes fixed on the bulky arcade game until finally she was fed up. Unplugging the cord, she waited for his outburst.

"Jaycee! What the hell? I was about to beat my high score!"

"I need to know where my bag is. I need my medicine."

"Oh, why didn't you just say so? It's under the kitchen table. Mom moved it there when you got home."

"I did say so, you dimwit."

Her mom was protective, like any other mom would be...right? Of course, under the circumstances, she had no choice but to be. She hated the idea of Jaycee living alone and despised knowing that she went to school. It wasn't a horrible parenting thing, I know that's what you're thinking, but just a safety thing.

On days where just a saltine cracker caused huge lumps of blood to shoot out her throat, or the stabbing in her stomach caused her to faint, she understood.

Jaycee was never much for following a specific trend. On hot summer days, instead of a cut off, she could wear a long sleeved shirt and only roll up the sleeves. In winter, she could wear a tank top and simply cover it with a jacket. But, the springtime was her calling. Wardrobe was no problem during spring and the outside world bloomed and sprouted into so much beauty that the human eye would miss what someone else was wearing.

She swallowed the massive pills, downing them like candy to speed up the process so she could head out the door.

Planting her feet on her skateboard, she zoomed down the bumpy sidewalk as her poofy curls breezed with the wind. Skateboarding was always rejuvenating for her because it felt like flying, in the simplest way. Closing her eyes as the world rushed past her, she smiled and spread her arms until a hard smack sent her tumbling into the grass. "Shit. You watch where you're going you-" the familiar voice spat. "Wait, Jace? Is that you? Girl, I was about to lay you out." Dawn laughed. Jaycee giggled along as her best friend helped her up "Yeah, right D. As if you could lay me out." She laughed, playfully pushing her.