My little black book.

Dropped off at my Aunt's house again. My parents need to go ahead and let me move in with her. She's a way better parent than mine will ever be. I'm Samantha by the way. People call me Sammy. I lived in Wales, but now I'm with my aunt. She lives.. Well in the middle of nowhere.
"Hey Sammy whammy."
"Hey aunt Clare." I loved my aunt she's great.
"Things have changed since you've been gone." We actually have neighbors 'nd shit."
"nice!"

I made my way up to my room. I was so stressed out. I'm going to spend the next couple of years with my aunt. I didn't mind, it's not like I have any friends at my parents house anyway. I started to unpack. After I that was over, I turned on my little Chinese lantern lamp things. I loved them. I locked my door, and pulled out my,hidden, blades. I put the cool metal up to my arm. With that, I slid it across. Deeper. I thought to myself. I'm almost an emotional Zombie. The only thing that reminds me that I'm alive is my blades, my anxiety, and when my dad abused me. I have scars from him. Mental, emotional and physical ones. The though made me cut deeper. My arm was numb, and I felt light headed. I bandaged myself up. I decided to take a nap.

knock knock knock.
"Sammyyyy."
Huh what. Ugh motivation. I put my blades up, and pulled down my sleeves.
"I'm up I'm up."
"Good to see you awake I thought you had died already."
"Do I smell food?"
"Why yes, that's why I came-"
"fooooooooood." I heard her laugh.







"I'm going to bed."
"Night aunt Clare."
after she was passed out I went outside, drinking of course.
I heard the neighbors, one said look, they were loud. I put the alcohol up. I trudged to my room. "Pj time." I put my pj shorts on and a sports bra. I rummaged through my things, and I found my little black scratch book/ journal. I flipped through it, then fell asleep.

Notes

First chapter. Hope you like it c: