lamusicaesmivida

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Hey Followers, you're all beautiful. Never forget it. I love writing stories although they may not be the best, I write them anyways. I'm also a pretty happy person, although the stories I write may seem sad, I'm actually quite a happy person :)
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I used to know
of this place that was so inspirational.
I visited this place everyday. More than once too. 
This place I write about was the Witty that I joined in 2011.
I loved Witty because of the bond.
All these strangers came together like sisters.
They supported each other.
Cared about each other and never judged each other.
Witty was a society that welcomed each other.
It was such a relief compared to the society we live in everyday.
Now I constantly see Wittians commenting hateful words.
"You're ugly" "You're fat" "No one likes you"
Why has the Witty sisterhood turned on each other?
Directioners vs. Directionators (Honestly people shouldnt care!)
It shouldnt matter which side your on or if you're on one at all!
Each Wittian has the right to express what they feel about certain bands or movies, etc.
But, that gives NO RIGHT to hate on them for their opinion.
You can disagree without making them feel bad about themselves.
Witty has gone wrong.
I actually even took a break from Witty for a few MONTHS.
I hoped when I decided to come back, it would have improved.
It didn't.
It actually got worse. Which I couldn't even believe.
Wittians used to compliment each other, CONSTANTLY.
Now they hate on each other.
I'm not saying it's every single Wittian doing this, but it's a lot.
Face it, none of you are perfect and you all hate when others point out your imperfections, but yet you turn around and point out someone else's imperfections.
It's hypocritical and rude and mean.
These people are a disgrace to Witty, and ruined Witty.
Can't everyone just get along?
What happened to the
Sisterhood?

Escape
Chapter 2

Dear Journal,
          I’m homeschooled. I have to teach myself from a book that Jane and Harold bought me. I work out of that book for 3 hours each day and for a few hours at night before bed. All the rest of my time is spent cleaning, cooking, or doing other chores. I am only allowed one shower per week. Sometimes I sneak into the bathroom and use the faucet to wash my face, armpits, etc. I don’t wear any makeup and fixing my hair consists of me throwing my long knotted brown hair into a ponytail or bun. Sierra always looks nice. She is always wearing pretty dresses and has her hair done nicely. I wear old worn out thrift shop jeans, an old stained shirt two sizes too big, and sneakers that I’ve had for the past 3 years. I wish Jane and Harold loved me as much as Sierra, but that’s impossible. I’m underweight… borderline anorexic, but not by choice… by force. I never get fed full meals. My shirts always float off of my bag of bones body. I want to get away so badly. I stole this book from Jane’s desk. It was brand new; she has multiple of them so she wouldn’t notice one missing. But, now you’re mine, journal… the only thing I love. I hope one day that someone will read this journal. They’ll learn about my life, especially if I die too. Diana is looking over me… protecting me. I know it. Well, it’s 6 a.m. I better get started on my chores. I walk upstairs and find my list left on the counter from Jane and Harold. Jane writes them though. This is the list…
Skye’s Chores
1. Wake up Sierra.
2. Make her get ready.
3. Make her eggs, bacon, and toast for breakfast.
4. Pack her lunch.
5. Pack up her school bag.
6. Get her on the bus.
7. Do your 3 hours of schooling.
8. Vacuum ALL of the rooms except basement or attic.
9. Wash the kitchen and living room windows (inside and out)
10. Clean the bathroom.
11. Make the beds.
12. You can eat the leftover mashed potatoes for lunch.
13. Get Sierra off of the bus.
14. Make her a snack of her choice.
15. Get her to do her homework.
*This all better be completed by the time we come home*
-Jane & Harold

Yep, that’s my list of the day. I better get started. I woke up Sierra and she’s getting ready. I must go; I have to make her breakfast. Bye for now journal. I love you. Goodbye.
                                                                                                Sincerely, Skye

Escape
Chapter 1

Dear Journal,
          This is my first entry ever. You’re going to become my dearest friend. Well, anyways, my name is Skye. Skye Tia Perrie. I have a younger sister named Sierra and I had an older sister named Diana. Diana passed away 4 years ago. She was 14; I was 12 and Sierra was 5. Diana was murdered, but her case was never solved. It went into the cold case files. I live in Chicago. Diana and I were both adopted into this family by separate parents. Sierra is my adoptive parents’ own daughter. I remember that Diana always had a lot more chores than me; Sierra had none. Once Diana passed, I got all her chores and Sierra still has none. Sierra is the favorite and she knows it. I am currently 16 years old and want my license, but my parents wont allow me to get it. If I don’t complete my very long list of chores by the time my parents get home from work then I get beaten. I’m constantly getting put down by my parents and Sierra. Dianna and I used to be best friends and kept each other going, well until her murder anyways. I wish she was still here with me, but she is definitely living a better life in heaven then when she was here. Sometimes I think I hear her spirit talking to me. But, it might just be my conscience. I wish I could leave. I’ve tried running away once before. I was 14. One day I just ran out of the house spontaneously. My mother, well her name is Jane and my father is Harold. I call them by first names because no way in h*ll are they even close to deserving the title of a parent. Anyways… Jane drove down in the car and found me one night sleeping on the park bench. She punched me in the mouth, waking me up. She tightly grasps my arm and throws me into the car. She drives me home and grasps my arm again. She brought me down into the basement (That’s where my room is). She locks me into my room. My room is simply the concrete basement floor with unpainted dry wall walls and no windows. It’s a prison for the innocent. I sit in my bed; its Diana’s old broken down bed. I hear footsteps, hard footsteps. The door unlocks. It’s Harold barging into my prison cell. I stand up out of bed nervously. He punches me in the stomach. “How dare you run away!” He yells as he hits me again. “You could have made our family look bad; how you dare disgrace this family. We do so much for you and you repay us with this” He rants. Ha-ha. Yeah, because this family does so much for me. I hate my life and hate all of them. I accidently chuckled after he said that. “Oh, you think this is funny, don’t you?” I shake my head ‘no’ as fast as possible and my eyes became big. He throws me to the cement and kicks my stomach until I throw up all over the cement. “You disgust me. Now, clean that mess up and go to bed. No supper for you” It’s not like I get supper usually. Normally, I have to trash pick or eat the food left over on their plates if they have any. I cleaned up my throw up that night and went to bed. After these 4 years of complete torture I’ve become so numb that sleeping is my favorite thing to do. When I sleep I don’t have to feel. When I’m awake, I’m not living anyways. I’m a walking sack of bones. I have nothing else; I feel nothing. They destroyed my heart, my brain, my soul… everything. And I hate myself for letting them. I will get away… one day. I always think… once I’m 18 I can leave, but unfortunately I don’t think I’ll make it for 2 more years. I need to get away now and I will. Sh*t. I hear someone coming down to my cell. They cant know I have you, journal or they’ll destroy you. They’ll kill anything that makes me happy… just like Diana. They murdered her… I know it. I’ll tuck you away under my mattress for now until I find a better hiding spot. I love you, journal. Goodnight for now.
                                                                                                Sincerely, Skye

Hey everyone! As you can tell, I'm starting my new story called Escape!!!! I hope you guys will read it! I'm going to post 1 chapter per day so dont beg me to write more than that a day! Sorry! This story will be told throughout a journal in Skye's point of view. I hope you all will like this and will read it!! Fave if you're reading and thank you!!
-lamusicaesmivida


Hi everyone! Comment with your vote on which story you'd like me to write next! I will write the highest voted story. Thank you!

Gone- The story of an 18 year old single mother named Sadie with a 3 year old son named Garrett. She was kicked out at 15 when she had the baby. She has to result to making money in ways she wish she didn’t. Sadie was forgotten about until the day she went missing and left her baby behind. Her parents finally accept Sadie for who she is and wants to find her. For once they worry about their forgotten daughter.
Escape- After years of physical and emotional abuse from her family, Skye decides to run away. Skye goes through torture, pain, and suffers as the maid not to mention her older sister named Diana went through the same experience and didn’t survive. Skye’s only 16 years old and doesn’t have her driver’s license. She will do anything as long as she doesn’t have to go back to the house from h*ell.
Forgotten-
16 year old, Vianna, was ditched by her best friend and excluded from the group. She doesn’t know what she did, but now is an outcast to her peers and the whole school. She wants to find out what happened but finds it hard to do.

Torment
~Chapter 24~

--- Months later ---
James and I are attending the same college. We officially decided that we want a baby. James and I conceive and nine months later I had our little boy, Joshua George McHaley. We gave him George as a middle name for James’ grandfather. Joshua goes to a daycare or spends the day at James or I’s parents’ houses during the day when we are in college. 2 years later James is graduating college and I have one more year. We decide we want another baby. Josh is 2 years old now and has been begging us for baby sibling. So James and I conceive another kid and nine months later I have a baby girl, Camille Anne McHaley. We named her Camille to always remember James’ sister and her middle name is Anne because that was James’ grandmother’s name. I finished out my last year of college and now James and I both have steady jobs. Josh is 3 years old and Camille is 1. Josh loves his baby sister. Camille’s first word was ‘Dadda’ just like Josh. Then ‘momma’. James and I are living a great life in that cabin. We even made a new sign for the old fish house that now says “Josh and Camille’s Fish House”. Then, the two kids can go out there when they’re older. I believe James is my soul mate. I am so much in love with him; I cant even believe it sometimes. James and I decided to stop at two kids. We will forever be together and I find it unbelievable that at 15 I met my soul mate and that at only 18 I would be married to him and at 22, I’d have two kids with him. Now James and I have the rest of our lives to watch our children grow and to grow old with each other. No matter how old we get; we will never stop loving each other. I found my true love.

The End. Sorry guys... The story had to end. I did the ending summary longer than originally planned. But, I will start a new story soon, so hopefully you'll read it!! Thanks and Sorry!
Sincerely, lamusicaesmivida


Torment
~Chapter 23~

--- Later that year ---
Graduation is coming up soon; James will be officially out of high-school. He hasn’t quite figured out what he wants to do in college. But, he picked one out that’s close by. Close enough so he can easily visit me and so he can live in his house that his grandparents left him. He already started to move in. My parents don’t exactly like the idea of me spending the night at my boyfriend’s house without his parents there, but I do it anyways. On graduation day, I’m sitting front row for James. He and I go out to dinner together after to celebrate. I left to go to the bathroom and when I got back I saw a shiny gold ring with a diamond sitting on my plate in a red velvet box. I pick up the ring and stare at him in shock. He’s smiling the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. “Ava Rose Johanson, you took my breath away the first night we talked at the Fall Ball dance your freshmen year. We’ve been through so much together throughout our 4 years of dating and I hope to get through a lifetime of struggles with you, because I love you and want you to be with me for life. I know you still have your senior year of high-school and we both have college to get through, but I was hoping that you would marry me first” He starts to cry a little bit. I cried a lot and for once they were happy tears. “Of course I’ll marry you James!” I say while crying. Everyone in the restaurant clapped. James stood up to come hug me and he gently slid the ring on to my finger. I was so happy. James dropped me off at my house and we kissed ‘goodbye’. I ran in and immediately told Vanessa everything and showed her the ring. She was so happy for me. I had to tell my parents. I walked downstairs calming myself on the way. They were both in the living room; I stood in front of them. “Mom, Dad… Tonight at dinner with James he proposed to me” I show them the ring. My mom was happy; my dad looked panicky. “I know it’s not normal for a high-school girl to get engaged, but I think we’ve all established that I’m not a normal girl” I laugh. I remained engaged throughout my whole Senior year. We started planning the wedding during the year though. James and I will get married this summer on July 20th. I graduated with Vanessa and the rest of my class. Vanessa was the valedictorian. She’ll also be my maid of honor. James sat in the front row for my graduation too. We went out for dinner at the same place that we ate at for his graduation and where he proposed. We even got the same table and most the people who worked there remembered us. Months later, James and I got married. I moved into his house with him too. We currently are living there together and going strong.

Torment
~Chapter 22~

--- 2 years later ---
I’m starting my Junior year in high-school and James is starting his Senior year. We are still dating and never stopped. Vanessa still lives with me and is still my best friend. And guess what? I’m not popular anymore. Emily took her spot back when I volunteered to leave. I couldn’t stand having friends that insulted me. Emily and I actually get along now and I guess are somewhat friends? Well, I mean not best friends, but when we pass each other in the hall we say ‘hi’ or smile; compared to before she would try to trip me or something. Ever since our discussion in the bathroom that day, we’ve gotten along quite well. I also went back to my natural brown hair. Vanessa keeps up with her brown hair because she likes it. Vanessa has been better… No suicide attempts or anything. She still misses her mom a lot. Every day after school she visits her mom’s grave. She talks to her mom when she does that. It’s her way of staying connected with her mom. Did I mention? Vanessa and I both have our licenses and cars now! We don’t have to depend so much on James for rides everywhere. My parents are doing well. As for Derek, he graduated last year and moved out of James’ house. James’ grandparents both passed away within the past two years. In their will they left the house and property to James and I. Well, technically they left it James, but they left a note that said: “Our house and property will be left for out grandson James. He is able to do with it what he pleases, but we have always hoped he would live in it with his family. We wish the best of luck to James and his family (Hopefully he has a family with his girlfriend, Ava) So, James and Ava; Best of luck in your new home! XOXO Granny and Grampa” James cried when he read this note. James looks at me differently this past year. I’m not sure what it means, but the look means more. It’s hard to explain but it holds more passion. The house is on hold for James until he graduates. James and I have been intimate together more than that first time. I want marry and start a family with James someday. He’s perfect.  

Torment
~AUTHORS NOTE~

Dear Readers, Chapter 20 recieved 7 faves, when the original plan was 10 or more. So, I feel bad doing a quick ending because of those of you who are reading it. BUT, I will be finishing up the story within the next 10 chapters or less. I want to start a new story that hopefully more people will read. So I will be finishing the story up, but not as quickly as planned. Thanks for reading my story those of you who are. You all also might like my first story called Soul Mates, so read that one too if you'd like. Sorry guys!

Sincerely, lamusicaesmivida
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