Dear Dairy Chapter 1:

Dear Diary, I cut myself.

Dear Diary, October 15, 2005.

My name is Mary Alice Brandon, but everyone calls me Alice, even my teachers at school. I'm 17 years old, and live in Forks, Washington, the most boring city in the history of boring cities. It's cloudy and raining every day, not that I mind that, the sun gives me headaches, and nothing ever goes on here. I attend Forks High school, where all of the 300 teenagers go to school at. The only thing interesting there wasn't even a thing, it was people, the Cullens. There were only three of them, Edward, Emmett, and Rosalie Emmet and Rosalie were like a thing. Only all three of them were adopted by Carlisle and Esme Cullen, so Emmett and Rosalie weren't technically related. But, whatever.

At school you can call me a loner, unless you count Edward. He was the only one I talked to, a couple days ago he said Rosalie's 'actual' brother, Jasper, was coming to live with them. When I asked why Jasper hadn't been adopted with Rose, he just said another family wanted him, but they just found out now that they hadn't actually adopted him, so the Cullens are taking him in.

The Cullens are mysterious. No one talks to any of them but me. And I don't talk to Edward that much. But still, everyone was intrigued by them, like they had a secret no one else knew. But enough about them!

I had another vision today, yep that's right, I had visions of the future! Don't believe me? Whatever. You're just a book. Today I saw the same fucking thing I've been seeing for the last like month, a blurry picture of a tall man with honey hair. I take the blurriness as a good thing. My visions are always clear. Always. Unless I see something good in the future. It's only been like that once in my life. It was when I was five and my parents told me I they were staying home for Christmas that year. Yeah that sounds like bad news now, but when I was five I still thought of my parents as parents, and they still thought they loved me.

I've never told anyone about my visions. Not even Edward, the closet thing I have to a friend. No one would believe me. I would never tell my mom and dad, they'd probably think I'm crazy and send me to a mental hospital as an excuse to make me go away. Yeah, my parents hate me that much.

Oh and by the way, I cut myself. Yeah I just thought I'd throw that in there. I don't know why I do it. I guess it eases the pain I feel from everyday life. Or maybe I do it to know something hurts more than my life. Yep, that's it.

Sometimes I wish I had someone I could tell all of this to. But I don't. I just have you. And you're still just a book.

Sincerely,

Alice.

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