Bad Thinking Diary Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I didn’t know what would happen next, but I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t going to let anyone, not even my father, dictate how my future would unfold. This was my life. My choice. And I was ready to fight for it. **Chapter 16: Breaking Free** As I stormed out of the greenhouse, my heart was racing, a mixture of adrenaline and emotion coursing through me. The weight of my words lingered in the air, but I didn't look back. I couldn’t. I needed to get away from the suffocating presence of my father and those pack officials who always made me feel more like a pawn than a person.

Dear readers. I am so sorry for the inconvenience caused and I apologize deeply. I implore you to not open chapter 35-40. I’m truly sorry for the chapter mix-up, it was never my intention to confuse or disappoint you. I was reading through my own book for errors and found that I’ve been updating the wrong chapters. I apologize. I’ve been battling a lot in real life and I think it’s high time I go change my eyeglasses or get my eyes checked again. I’m deeply sorry.

David; ‘Dear Diary; I’m scared. I think Dimitri is going to hurt me. He’s… I thought I understood him, but I was wrong. He is messed up. The way his mind works is alarming. I thought it was just his way of showing love before, but I was wrong. I think I want to break up with him… But I don’t know how to tell him. Or even if to tell him. I’m scared. I’m… I’m really scared.’

Poured a glass of wine and gulped it down in one go, my alcohol tolerance is nothing to brag about, but I needed it to concentrate and put myself together, with so many things that is racing through my mind right now My gaze wandered to my study table, where I had dropped the pink-coated diary Ava handed over to me. I walked over to my study table and picked it up. I sat down and poured myself another glass of wine and gulped it down without bothering to check the alcohol content. I gritted my teeth, my hand clutching the diary tightly. I took a deep breath and unzipped the book, I slowly opened the first chapter, relaxing in my chair. I read the first pages which she just wrote about hersel

I think she has separation anxiety disorder with the mower machine for an hour. Before reaching the stairs, I glanced at my father's bedroom door. I should burn that f*cking diary tomorrow. The heaviness in my chest came back. I'm not sure what to think about my existence. It was forced. It's a huge mistake. It's sickening to be alive. Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached the kitchen. A small smile plastered on my lips, seeing the food prepared by Abby. I start digging for the food and forget that diary in my mind. It only breaks my heart if I keep reminding myself of the word that almost made my world collapse.

I flipped and continued to flip, but there was not a single happy incident in this book. “Dear lovely diary, the rice is as cold as ice, I wish to eat something warmer.” I sat upright, what is the meaning of this? “Dear diary, I just understood my role in the family, I’ve known this for a very long time but I am a coward that doesn’t want to accept reality, I’m nothing but a failure, I don’t deserve the life that I have.” Why… Why would she think such hideous things about herself? Was she always like this?

The thought made her physically sick. She stared at the diary. Then at the wall. Then back at the diary. And for the first time, a dangerous thought entered her mind. What if Charlie knew? The idea arrived quietly. Yet once it appeared, it refused to leave. What if Charlie read these pages? What if he saw the truth? What if everyone saw? Her pulse quickened. They would hate her right. They mind think of a woman of lose character who was drooling over the man who belonged to someone else.

To stop thinking about what’s right or wrong… and just take what’s in front of you? She exhaled again, slower this time. “Dangerous,” she muttered. But she didn’t sound convinced she meant it as a warning. Her fingers tapped lightly against the diary cover before she finally straightened up, pulling herself back from wherever her thoughts had wandered. “Yeah… that one’s going to stay in my head for a while,” she admitted softly. Then, after a brief pause— Chloe opened the diary again, turning the page carefully, ready for the next confession.

Sia had no idea of how much she slept or how many hours of school time had passed by when someone roughly pushed her desk. Aroused from sleep; irritation seeped into her bones as her eyelids fluttered open glaring at the person who had shaken her table. The boy who was seated in front of her withdrew his hand immediately terrified of Sia’s glare. She sat up and realized that half of the class was boring holes into her head and another much older man with glasses managed to bore a hole through his glasses.

I held them and struggled to get back into the room then I did the worst thing ever. I looked down. I screamed when I realized I was hanging on the blinds to keep myself from falling to my death. The wolf lunged for me and I instantly left the only support I had like an idiot. I fell down effectively breaking my neck with a loud crack. ♾ You've come to the end of this chapter. Thank you for reading Chapter Thirteen| Dumb Death. So, what did you think!? Love, Coco