Dear Diary

Chapter 1- "Immune To Death"

Dear Emily,

Blasting music through my cheap , broken headphones...trying to ignore the fact my 7 year old brother is throwing toy cars around his room, almost seamlessly... i begin to slowly drift into a sleep-like position where I can think. only place I can really...bit like a lucid dream... but calm, like... I'm not just going to pretend I'm sleeping and throw myself off a bridge for no reason..? If I really waned to kill myself I think id be dead already...

My dad always said to me "Emily. Sweetheart you're practically immune to death!!... The amount of times you've 'accidently' fell asleep on roads... drank vegetable oil thinking it was orange juice, jumping off buildings... you cant die he yelled... almost sounding gleeful. 

I eventually drifted off, only to have a truly fucking terrifying dream about eyes... eyes staring, coming out, getting pushed in.. forgetting to blink... you name it!. I cant even get stoned anymore without being cautious about fucking blinking!!!

I begin to pass through the dream completely when I feel a sudden vibration from my door.. I panic and take my earphones out only to realise it is my mum.

"I'm going out" Her voice whistled through my ears in anger knowing id have to look after my brother and sister.. Meaning I cant listen to music.. or cook... or do any grown up stuff!!.

"keys are in the door!!" She yelled before she rapidly slammed the door and ran down the street with her rosy red heels and a shiny white dress.. looking like it was covered in snow, top to toe.

"finally..." I thought to myself whilst running to wake up my brother..."Marcus!... She's gone" 

Marcus sprints up like a snake catching the eye with its prey, He scuttled downstairs, grabbed a couple bottles of water for him and my sister.. 2 square sized blankets softer than a sheep's freshly cut wool. finally grabbed a big pack of crisps to share...

Marcus is amazing to Sophie... with her being recently diagnosed with autism, he has been sticking up for her like the queens top guard or something. That's what siblings are for.