Things Can Change

You Just Need That 1 Friend

Instead of chapter 1, Chapter 2, etc... I decided to go with dates. So November 15th - December 12th is really Chapter 1) (This is supposed to be a short story, so don't be surprised if it is a little shorter than you're used to.)

My name is Lola and I am 15 years old. According to my best friend I live a complicated life and don't even realize it. This is my journal I write everything in it, my thoughts, my feelings, etc... My best friend Charlotte and I have been fading so to show her I truly care about her I'm letting her read my journal. How else could I show her I trust and love her besides letting her read my private thoughts and feelings.

My name is Charlotte, however, everyone calls me Charli. Lola is a such a caring person and she is a wonderful person to be around. Lola is about five feet tall with shoulder length caramel brown hair and blue-green eyes. Lola is always smiling (whether it is real or not that's something to think about). She is constantly putting everyone's needs before her own, especially when it comes to solving problems. I call her "The Fixer" because she can't go a week without solving someone else's problem(s). She claims it is because the solution is simple, however, she is the only one who thinks that. If you ask me I think it is because she has trouble solving her own problems and her own answers are not clear so she depends on others to distract her from her reality.

November 15th - December 12th

Things haven't been going so well, every time I think my family is starting to get along and be normal I'm mistaken. The only person who knows me and I mean truly knows me is Charli. My 2 year old brother is Special Ed (he has a rare seizure disorder that causes him to be mentally disabled), my dad has kidney stones and they keep growing in size not that, that is a big deal or anything, but enough to put him in excruciating pain, and my mom is away on business trip after business trip. If you ask me it kind of seems like she is cheating on my father, but who am I to say anything. This time she hasn't been home since November first and its December twelfth; she'll be home in two days or so she claims.

Although I am always laughing and smiling I have a serious problem, or at least that's what people say to those with my problem. And normally I wouldn't say anything right away, but I don't want to seem like an unreliable narrator... I cut myself, I do it often actually and at times I don't regret it. I haven't for 2 weeks which is the longest I've gone in a while. I have scars on my wrists, palm of my left hand, and on my panty line. Most of them are scars... although if I'm being honest some are scabs from 2 weeks ago.