Julia

Chapter 1

I am inside a dark room. My «room» only has a sink with a mirror, a toilet, and a peculiarly comfortable bed. I wait for a while. I want to get out of here but at the same time I don’t want to move. Since nothing happens, I try to fall asleep but as I put my hands in my head to undo my ponytail, I realize my hair is not there. It’s spiky as if somebody had shaved it. I look in the mirror. I have no hair and I am wearing a hospital clothing that is bloodstained with a really dark red color. I stare at it for a couple of minutes and realize by its position an its color that it might be period blood. A well dressed man enters the room, I might have made quite a weird face because he gives me this funny terrified face that I don’t understand. He takes me to a room full of machines and puts on a weird helmet connected to a million of cables an asks me if I can  control the coca-cola can in a little room with a huge window. I obviously say no, like, who the hell can do that? But then, I stare at the freaking can and suddenly, the can is all smashed on the tiny oak table. Then, after staring at the man for three minutes, I realize that he is Mr. Smith. He used to be my teacher back in elementary, I was in second grade, he wasn’t a great teacher but he gave me his granola cookie once ‘cause my mom forgot to make my lunch. I start thinking  about who used to be my best friend back then, Danielle.

Chapter 2

Her eyes where clear green like emerald and her skin was dark brown like the bark of an oak. She had beautiful black curls down her head. Her favorite color was pink she would wear pink dresses all the time. When we were in preschool she asked if we could be friends. I was  on the slide when she stopped me an said I was breaking the rule n.6 of the  school code: Never go down the slide with your head. She said it like that, with four years. I loved her, she was my everything but then in fifth grade we had a fight and we never talked to each other, never ever again.In first year of high school she died in a school shooting. I went to her funeral and I used to change her flowers every week. She was the least favorite daughter so her parents were happy she died. Months later i discovered that the school shooters where her dad and her older brother. It still feels weird when i think about it. My best friend was killed by her dad. Wow. she was really smart and she was nice. It was nice to have a friend.We fought for quite a stupid reason, she had another friend. I was really toxic back then, it was probably related to the fact that my dad abandoned me and my mom a week before she told me she had another friend. I took it as a betrayal, although it wasn’t but I wasn’t in the best moment of my life  and I was quite fucked up. I would sell my soul just to say sorry for being such a dumbass. I was a stupid, egocentric fifth grader. Oh Danielle, poor Danielle.

Chapter 3

Mr Smith takes me to another room. I don’t want to stay here but it’s better than living in that  jungle I used to call home.

I had three brothers: Mike, Jack and Mark. They were all conceived either at discos or on my couch. Mark and Jack were twins. Mike was the younger brother. I just realized i haven’t introduce myself.

My name is Julie Errand I am 17 years old and I live in Hali Beach, California. Well I used to. now I live in Lagoon lab in Alaska, I read that on a window. My mom is Anabel Errand a 45-year old woman that works at the sunflower convenience store. My twin brothers Mark and Jack were 6 years old and were a ‘couple of little rascals’ as my mom used to said. Mike was 4 years old, he was autistic and would stop to see every single flower on our way to school because ‘they will think a have favoritism if I don’t’. he was a sweet kid. 

My dad abandoned my mom and I the summer I turned 10. I didn’t like him a lot but i got to say he spoiled me a lot when I was young. He was the kind of dad that treated her daughter as if she was Veruca Salt. He’d buy me a bouncy castle on each of my birthdays depending on the theme.

He once got drunk and killed my sister Kiera.

Chapter 4

My mom and dad had always wished to have a baby boy but it was really hard for my mom to get pregnant. After three years of trying after i was born, my sister Kiera was born.

She had beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. I honestly think if she had made it to high school she would have been the prom queen for several years. She was sweet and kind. She was quite mama's girl. Her favorite food was black licorice

You are probably wondering how did she died. Well, my dad was an alcoholic. One night, he came home from the club drunk. My mom wasn't home, she was shopping, I was 8 years old and she trusted me taking care of Kiera. She had done a mess with the watercolors, she was 5 years old. My dad got mad at her and started hitting her so hardly that she started bleeding. I got so scared i hid inside a closet. The whole room ended up covered in blood. When my mom was back she called the police and my dad ended up in jail, three years later my mom asked for divorce.