.:As The Thunder Roars:.
Chapter 1: A Darkened Sky
I stared up to the ceiling silently as I lay there in my bed. I knew the rain would continue to poor down on my sad, miserable life and I knew that nothing could stop the depression I feel. My name is Serenity Anne Catherine, an ironic name for a girl who can freak out at any second. I could tell that this would be the year to top them all off, to top them off with more saddening events than I could imagine was what I had meant by that of course. The events that were to take place were so shocking that even someone as depressed as myself could not imagine a more horrible fate. It was bad enough that my mom had gotten re-married and I was stuck here with my abusive dad, but much worse was to come. I wanted to cry, but no tears were found. I never really cried, I never even really sobbed either. The only cure to my pain in my mind was to inflict pain on myself. I already had scars from where my dad had beat me but they were quite normal to me so I could ignore them. Anyways, as I lay there on my bed in the middle of that cold November night, I was quite sure this would be the worst year I had ever experienced in my whole lifetime . . .
(This is my first darker kind of sad story so please leave comments and critique down below.)
Chapter 1: A Darkened Sky
I stared up to the ceiling silently as I lay there in my bed. I knew the rain would continue to poor down on my sad, miserable life and I knew that nothing could stop the depression I feel. My name is Serenity Anne Catherine, an ironic name for a girl who can freak out at any second. I could tell that this would be the year to top them all off, to top them off with more saddening events than I could imagine was what I had meant by that of course. The events that were to take place were so shocking that even someone as depressed as myself could not imagine a more horrible fate. It was bad enough that my mom had gotten re-married and I was stuck here with my abusive dad, but much worse was to come. I wanted to cry, but no tears were found. I never really cried, I never even really sobbed either. The only cure to my pain in my mind was to inflict pain on myself. I already had scars from where my dad had beat me but they were quite normal to me so I could ignore them. Anyways, as I lay there on my bed in the middle of that cold November night, I was quite sure this would be the worst year I had ever experienced in my whole lifetime . . .
(This is my first darker kind of sad story so please leave comments and critique down below.)
