A Diary About Us

Entry 1

An Entry from Lily’s Diary
Six Years Ago

Dear Diary,

     It was a cold day as I bundled myself up in a horrendous sweater with an equally ugly scarf around my neck. I wanted to be as inconspicuous as I could, so I might as well just huff out my dislike for that outfit. I didn’t want people to recognize me.

      Not, when I was hell bent on doing something scandalous that my parents would definitely disown me if they ever get wind about it. Right, I bitterly laughed at that thought; puffed of cold air rushed out my mouth like a willowy mist as I trudged down the busy street, going to the one place I never thought I’ll visit.

     I finally found the courage to go ahead with that crazy plan that’s been cooking inside my head ever since.

     Ever since I realized how I had been living a life far removed from the normal I craved for. I only wanted a family . . . a family being there for each other, with a father and a mother present to fuss over me every now and then. I didn’t even want to be coddles every day, nope! I just wanted to eat dinner with my parents and not stare at the empty seats across the large mahogany table, a feast in front but I could never work my appetite to eat with gusto.

     But that was ten years ago . . . when I was still a naive little girl.

     At twenty-three, I knew better now than to hope for a normal family. It was like my parents just got married, had set aside a day to make a child and then left me under the care of Nana before going on their merry way. My father, a Governor, never had been home most of the time. My socialite mother, busy smooching with the cream of the crop in a society full of pretentious beauty and twisted sense of what matters most, only remembers me when she needed to parade me in front of her so-called friends.

     Money, that’s all I could hear my parents gushing over and fighting with, and of course, politics. I was grateful enough to have lived all my life in comforts and luxury but sometimes, I wished to be like my friend Vicky whom I met in the university. My vivacious roommate when I decided to rent out the spare room in my apartment. Vicky’s parents visited a couple of times to cook those homemade meals. I was envious enough to resent my parents who never even made an effort to ask if I was doing okay.

     Okay, enough with the melancholy thought!

     I arrived at my destination in the nick of time. Thanks the heaven for that! I don’t know why, but sometimes – okay, oftentimes, I just couldn’t get to wherever I needed to be on time. But I’m trying my best now. And I couldn’t afford to miss this appointment!

     The receptionist was accommodating enough when I arrived and she directed me immediately to the office. And what she said still reverberated within me. It felt ominous.

     “Just go ahead. Doctor Grayson is waiting for you.”

     Just go ahead...if only it was that easy.

     If only.

     If only I could have someone besides me at that moment...someone with those piercing gray eyes I’ve met just two days ago. Then again, if that was true, I might not be here in this clinic about to do what my bestfriend labelled as another level of crazy. It’s crazy alright. But I already decided to go through this.

     So I took a deep breath, hoped for success as I pushed open the door and went in.

     I could do this.

Sincerely,
Lily

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