Life is Beautiful

My dreams had always been on the creepy side of horible, some people had nightmares that their subconcious makes up from the things in the most secluded parts of their mind, and seems to torture them in the night reminding them every now and again to be scrared of them.

Well my dreams were different, they werent memories or bits of things that would scare a girl my age, they were gruesome and horrofieing images that even the most stong stomached person would gag at, I see people's deaths from years or even century's ago, I watch people die that I dotn even know and I watch people die that if I looked across the room they would be laughing or chatting with some of their friends, yes some may classify me as a 'supernatural being' but who in their right minds would believe such lies? I for one have classified myself as an old soul of sorts, my grandmother said to me once when i was younger that my eyes were to old for my body and that my mind understood more that it should at my age, she said that there are people that she knows who could explain it in more detail to me but I was a person who has been graced by god to come back to this earth one lifetime after another, she said I was an angel to our sinful world. You know what I say? Thats a load of bull. I am just a teenager who just happens to watch people die everynight and just happens to be bi-polar and just happens to be emo, whats not normal about that? I mean really? Anyways everyone says i have the greatest abiltiy to write. So they want me to capture my freshman year at my new highschool by putting it all in a diary. So lets begin . . .

Dear Diary, October 12, 2010
So today is my first day as a high school girl and how should i say I'm . . . nervous beyond comparison. But hey who is to say that my nervousness isnt for the better, now I will be on the lookout for any weirdness I could be showing, I need to fit in this year, new school new state new everything, this is my chance to start fresh and leave all the horrible dreams behind. Although my 'emo' ness will stay with me until the day I die.
I am wearing one of my most favorite outfits, my black ribbon ballet slippers, with my black lace skirt and my 'Asking Alexandria' band shirt, my hair has its famous head band in it, letting my emo hair fall all around it and in my face, although my mom made me put a black bow in my bangs, just enough to pull them out of my left eye so I could see.
Well I'm off dont want to be late on my first day now do I?
ALEX =X

I stopped as I turned away from the desk, my black canvas bag already in hand, I stared at the person before me, the person doing exactly what I was doing but something was wrong with the image. She looked good, her pale complexion mixing well with her jet black clothes. Her face even looked good, flawless ness that she had to work for almost an hour everynight to get, her cheeks with a slight pink to them, her lips a pale pink, even her make up was on perfect that day, coming to a perfect point at the edges. But I knew . . . I knew exactly what was wrong, the girl's eyes were pitch black and they looked ages old, packed full with so much wisdom that even she didnt know about so many things she had seen . . .

NO. I will not think about this stuff not here, and esspecially not today. I promised myself and thats the way it will stay. Now, grab your stuff and lets go Alex, get yourself together and move out the door, thats it there we gom good girl now get in the car and get throght the rest of the door withou thinking about it ever again . . .

(continued next chapter)