NOTE:this story was made atleast 3 months ago. I had more to the story, but it is lost. So, there will be a cliff, and I do not think about finishing the story.
dear diary, this is my first post in this diary...and well, i would like to introduce myself to you. My name is Alexandria Shadows. I am at the age of 15. My life has been tough lately, having my mom dead and all. I didn't really like her that much. She would always hit me, and have her random boyfriends rape me and such. So, now I'm happily living with my father. No more to worry about. The only thing that can keep me calm and silent is my photography. I love photography, it sooths my soul as if i was somewhere else but here. Usually I picture myself in a meadow, with clouds slowly floating by. But then after I snap out of that, my worst nightmare comes true. My mother appears, and ruins it all. The horror in my life has finally stopped, but it's still haunting me. I can't stand it any longer. The only people I can trust is me. This is a new place for me...new home, no friends, new life. This is all I can inscribe for now. - A. Shadows.
Alexandria was a new girl in town, she didn't know anyone...not even her own father. A slow sigh came from her body. Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great.She had no trust in anyone. No one filled her expectations. Loneliness has taken her over before, but not as worse as this. This 15 year old girl was left in the smallest corner, surrounded by blur. Slits covered her left arm. There she sat, in a corner, writing in her diary. Her brown hair covered her log. The window panes were painted white, the room was white...everything was white. Her baby blue eyes sparkled.
She sat thinking When the hell am I going to get out of this hell hole? Nothing enthuses me.I wish I was left alone to die a slow and painful release. Oh dear, the pain that which they have given me. They ruined me!
Alexandria rocked back in fourth as if she was to be in a mental institution. There she sat with a grudge against her late mother. Mother, how could you do this to your only daughter? I hope you suffer in hell you bitch! You deserved your death! You deserved what I've done to you, kill your non realistic hopes. Was I to ruin your dreadful whore life? or was I to help your random boyfriends? Now, I think not! You had to suffer the consequences.
Tears were about to roll down her face. She did prefer here then home...even though anyone she knew even existed. Her father pops in and out of her bedroom to see if everything is alright. Nothing is alright. She doesn't just live with her father, she lives with his new wife and new kids too. The kids think I'm nuts and suisidal. They are ony half right. They have no idea what is going on with me. They are little dweebs that won't leave you alone. They think that they got it all. I think so too. Life can be perfect. Some lives aren't.
The kids ran into her bedroom screaming and broke her door. Her face turned red. The door was the only thing that kept her out from the outside, it is her safe place. She got off the little bench connected to the window. She pointed straight to they're faces and yelled at them saying "What the fuck do you think your doing? Are you damn retarded? You broke down the damn door! You think your lives are so damn perfect! Why don't you just stay out of my life, okay? Don't bother me! You guys are fuckin' 10 and 12 years old! You should know better!"
The two children ran off laughing. Her father came in wondering what happened, same with the item wife.
*ahem* The Narrator: gee, I think you already know what they are saying, just let your minds wander.
Theres a difference between a father and a dad. Alexandria never had a 'dad'. A father is just there and a dad, is well, always there for you. You can call the father 'dad' since he fixed the door. The door took about a billion hours to finish. She was growing impatient.
FINALLY, door mission was over.
Alexandria scratched her head and went back over to the bench. She finished writing her 'love story gone wrong' story, and went over to her desk and pulled out a sharpie. She had different kinds of colors. She uncapped the black and began to write on her wall. She wrote and wrote.Fuckin' life just take me away! and I will cut my wrists, life has never felt so much better! and lots more.
Alex stopped writing for a second and went to write another thing. She stopped. Something was holding her back. Unknown to her.
Here we go again, she respected her step-uncle. He's the one who killed the bitch from hell. She was very greatful. Since then her life has been more free and peaceful, except for a few things in mind.
Alexandria walked over to her door and paused. She reached for the golden doorknob. It already lost it's shine. She turned it and paused once more. It's the third day in her new house, and all she has been doing is keeping quiet in her room. This is the first escape to the kitchen.
She passed by doors and walls, normal house. Check. This house was too neat to even dream about. Her fingers touched the wall and dragged it along as she walked. She was hungry for the first time in a week. Her step mother stopped cooking. Gloria hesitated and eyeballed her.
"Alexandria, what are you in need for? Are you hungry?" Gloria asked. "no, I'm just looking in the kitchen for no apparent reason," She said sarcastically "Oh okay," She stopped for a second "anything more specific?"
She opened the fridge, and turned her head. Another usual sigh.
"I'm not sure, any ideas?" Alex questioned. "Why don't you go to the corner store, and pick up something?" Gloria offered. "Yeah, sure..." She hesitated. "Okay here..."Gloria took out five dollars out of her green purse.
Alexandria grabber the money and said her thank-yous. Gloria was the nicest person to her so far. Gloria or "step-mother" was young. She was only 32 years young. Alex's late mother was almost 52.
She walked out the front door and up Coty Avenue. She passed by a burnt down ice cream shop, called Shaky's. She didn't really pass it. She stopped and looked at it. The drained out river was still flowing. Barely any water. You are still able to smell the fire. Black ashes covered the tiny patio. Broken tables, and collasped ceilings.
She looked around to see if theres any way to access the ice cream shop. It was almost fenced in. She had to climb her way down. Some of Alexandria's hair got caught in some small trees. A small river bank also needed to be jumped. The water was dirty, but to her it was gorgeous.
Small ant hills flooded the dry dirt. Every few inches was a new colony. She walked along the drained out river. She saw crunched up sea shells. She felt sympathy for them for an odd reason. A little plastic truck sat in the sand. It looked old. Purhaps from the 1970's. She picked it up and smiled. She didn't feel foreign here, she felt at home.
She glanced over to the building once more. She was in love. Her feet sank into the sand with every step she took. The truck was still in her hands. It was blue. Couple more steps, she made it to the ice cream shop. The patio obtained moss and ashes. There, a window. All the rest was covered with wood planks. She climbed up the window.
In a moment, she saw herself inside. It was dark and gloomy. She placed the toy on the counter. She looked up. Alexandria had the ability to see daylight shining in. This too was gorgeous. She roamed around. She trampled on something. Something...decaying. She screamed and tried to run. She tripped on more wood and knocked her head on the counter.