VERACITY - THE VERACITY DIARIES

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???? ??PREFACE

???We all eventually learn how our parents’ love affects our choices through their support, or the unfortunate lack thereof. ?

??Many love their abusers but mostly when it is least obvious. We all possess the power within to leave them but in the face of ignorance stay and unknowingly beg for more. I had more power in my mind than I would have thought imaginable for the average human being and once it ascended the truth set me free.

??In the end, the paranormal existence was the hardest part of my life. A love spell –– but I couldn’t regret the decision, even after finding out what he really was.

STARTING OVER

?????????Diary & Chapter 1

???A surreal feeling blanketed me as I arrived in the parking lot of Harry Cotter High, as anxiety filled my chest sitting in my old red Corolla that Unity bought me. My thoughts were crazy, but mostly about feeling adequate because I was determined to make my senior year memorable in my new city. Back in my old town, I can't say it was a happy life either, considering I wanted to leave this world then.

????Starting over forced me to reminisce about my screwed-up life back in Texas. Unity would be the main reason, but I'd rather not speak about my mother right now. Every time a thought of her crossed my mind, it caused more depression. That is why I had difficulty calling her Mom inside my head. It felt like she'd never truly been one. Now, I never said she didn’t want to be one, and I didn't say that she doesn't love me, but she was never good at it... at all. However, sometimes there was no way to avoid thinking or talking about her, so let's start with her excitement.

??She was ecstatic about our new city, but for how long was the question. I guess we will know by the end of these diaries –– however, even if you scramble to the end, you'll probably still be wondering. Sometimes I believed she could have been diagnosed with narcissism –– unless we all just blame Luke, my so-called dad –– which is more likely accurate.??

??When I was young, I used to wish that she cared about how my school days were going or what I would be wearing. However, in my reality, she was never really concerned about much other than her marriage, which was nothing to be proud of, if you asked me. It was horrific, and I didn't believe she would ever be ready to admit it.

???According to society's standards, I guess she would be considered a beautiful woman to most. And I could say I look like her, but then again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I haven't been able to confirm that from my own reflection. I'm considered an introvert and don't have much courage to introduce myself to others. It was noticeable when I interacted with people. It was almost a disconnection that you felt right away. Don't get me wrong, I definitely wanted to connect, but I had no social skills. Yet, deep down, I knew my spirit was strong… but unfortunately, it had been buried. I need to find a way to bring it out because my past was dark and horrid, as you will come to discover.?

??Back at my old school, it wasn't this nerve-wracking. In fact, I hardly noticed any of the beauty around me or the effort it took to live. If the trees and grass were gracefully green, they all seemed dark and gray. If a building was huge, it always seemed to swallow me up. If my mother spoke to me, I only paid attention hoping she was paying attention to me. Everything about me deflected from everything else because all I ever knew was eternal darkness from Luke.

???If you wonder what I would have liked to change about my life then, it was to become an extrovert, so I could make a difference in someone else's life, along with my own. I know, maybe to some, it's a great thing to be an introvert, but not for me. It's did nothing for me except keep me in my room most of my life, making me believe that I was going crazy.

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