Dear Journal,

Adam said that getting a journal would be beneficial for me. He said it would be better for me to express my feelings on a piece of paper rather than my own wrist. I don't know what writing on a flimsy piece of paper is going to do for me, but, I made a promise to him that I would at-least give this journal thing a try.

I guess I should start out with introducing myself? I'm Sunday Grace Celestine. I was born on March 24th, to a Christian and Delilah Celestine. I'm currently seventeen, the height of five foot one and a sophomore in high-school. I have curly black hair, hazel eyes, and a glimmering nose piercing. Adam, who I live with, is my older brother and he's an exact splitting image of me. Expect, his body is covered in tattoos and piercings. Mom and Dad both passed away when I was younger if that's what you're wondering. Each taken by the commit of suicide. Mom overdosed on sleeping pills and shortly after, due to the heartbreak and struggle of having to take care of two children by himself, Dad hung himself.


Dad began to drink more and more after Mom's death. He was always drunk and never sober. The only day I ever remember him being happy is the day before he took his own life. Dad was smiling, he was laughing and cracking jokes, he helped out with homework and we all sat down for a family meal. At the time, we were so naive and so blinded by the happiness that currently filled our home, that we didn't know what disaster would struck us the next day.

As I said, Dad hung himself. Do you want to know who found him? It was me. Me! At the age of eleven, I, yes, I, Sunday, found my Dad hanging from the ceiling fan. I will never forget the look on Adam's face as he came running up the stairs to find out why I was screaming. He was absolutely horrified.

My brother continued to act strong even after the incident. He shortly finished high-school and went on to find a job, where he continually worked night and day just to put a roof over our heads and food to feed us with.

I feel so bad about it sometimes. Adam really never had a chance to act as a teen. He had to grow up so fast. And because of who? Because of me! Even if he denies that reacquiring thought of mine.

I believe that's enough of me for one day.
Until then.

Sunday I closed the journal and got up from my current spot. The sound of music filled my ears as I marched on downstairs. Adam was shaking his hips around to the beat of the music as he placed miscellaneous items around the house. A grin played my features as I began to record the beauty that was being shown to me. I let out a whistle as the song ended. Adam's head snapped towards me.

"Y..You so didn't!" He shouted and I shrugged my shoulders as if I was oblivious to was he was saying. "S..Sunday!" He cried and I let out a snicker. "How could I not? Seeing you dance is like seeing a blue moon!" I said and Adam let out a frustrated groan. "Please! Please! Do not show that to anyone. I will die of embarrassment!" I chewed on my bottom lip. "Don't worry! I won't show it anyone…" My brother let out a sigh of relief. "But! On one condition."

He raised a brow and turned the music down. "And what could this be?"" He asked and my lips curved into a smile. "You have to let me use your car for tomorrow's first day of school." Adam immediately shook his head. "No way! Over my dead body."

I gave a sigh and scrolled through my camera roll. "I guess I can accidentally send this to Sarah. I think she'd get a good laugh out of it." I said while showing him my screen of him dancing. His cheeks turned a shade of pink at the sight of it. "Okay! Okay! You can use the car!" Adam said as he gave in. Blackmail at it's finest. I skipped on over to him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you!" I said in a gleeful tone before skipping over to the kitchen and grabbing me a bottle of water.


"Anything you need help with?" I asked before taking a swig of my drink. My brother shook his head. "I got most of it done while you were upstairs." I nodded and let my eyes wonder.

The place was huge for two people. It had a stainless steel kitchen, three and a half bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a balcony and an unfinished basement. It was absolutely stunning.

If you're wondering where we are...

Adam and I moved to Baltimore, Maryland. He claimed it was a fresh start for everything. Which really meant it was just a fresh start for me. A fresh start to gain more bullies and continue to be the loner/loser that you really are. The voice in my head stated and I gave my eyes a roll. Be quiet! I didn't ask for your input. I shot back to it. Too bad! I don't really care. The voice shot back and I let a sigh roll off my lips.

Maine, the previous place we were before, I was constantly bullied. It could be for my looks, the taste in my music, the way I spoke, moved and or smiled. Everyone found a way to make my life a living hell. It eventually drove me over to the edge where I thought self-harm was the way to go. I even attempted suicide. Guess you could say suicide runs in your family! The voice spoke again and snickered. I ignored it though this time. Fighting with someone who didn't exist wasn't even worth the effort.

"Do you want to go out and eat? There's a diner just down the street." Adam spoke up and I gave a nod. "Sure! Let me just get my shoes." I said and raced to the hall closet. I slipped them on and we left on foot.

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"Do you think this time things will be better?" I asked while nibbling on a french frie. Adam reached over and squeezed my arm. "I promise, things will be better this time." He replied in a reassuring tone. I nodded and took the finishing bite of my burger.

After a long period of silence between the both of us, I broke it.

"What school am I attending?" Adam bit his bottom lip. The gears in his head were obviously turning. "U..Uh…I think it's, uh, Dulaney High?" He said although his tone sounded unsure. "I'll have to check the paper the school sent us. Oh! That paper also has your schedule and locker combination. I made it easy for you since you're not really fond of talking to others." I took a sip of my drink. "You didn't have to do that. I could've been completely capable of doing that myself." Ha! You're such a bad liar. We all know you'd have a mental breakdown!

"I just wanted you to have an easy first day of school." He said and a small smile graced my lips. "I appreciate you thinking about me. I really do." It was Adam's turn to smile. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "You're my baby sister, how could I not?"

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

I groan as the sound of my alarm passes through one ear and out the other. My hand hastily slams down on it, making it go silent. In the next few minutes, my body is shuffling out from the comfort of my sheets and getting up. I straightened my hair, did my makeup, and then got dressed into plain skinny jeans, a Green Day shirt, and slipped into my black vans. I grabbed my beanie, tugging it down onto my head, and walked downstairs.

Adam was standing in the kitchen with a coffee mug in hand. "You heading out?" He asked and my head nodded in response. "Don't forget to take the car keys. They're right by the door." I took a chunk out of my apple, chewed it, and then kissed his cheek. "Have a good day at school!" Adam yelled as I walked out the front door with the keys in hand.

Notes

Most of the first few chapters will be crappy.
I'm now just starting to get into the flow of re-writing fanfiction.

Feedback is always appreciated.
And comments keep me motivated to write.
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