𝐀 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲

two

It was a new day and Nicolas had just gotten out of bed, already excited for what he was about to experience today. He showered, ate breakfast and hurried to his car. He brought the diary with him as well to make sure that the light works before he purchased it.

Walking inside the store, he was kind of nervous like what if it was someone's deepest darkest secrets, maybe that is why it was not written with normal ink but if someone did write something personal in here they wouldn't have sold the diary. Right?

He made up his mind and walked down the aisle looking for a blue light.

His body did a double take as he came across a blue light lamp, it was perfect. He turned it on and put the diary under the light. A twinkle forming in his eyes as he saw the words clearly.

Quickly paying for the expensive lamp, he walked to his car with a grin on his face.

After about fifteen minutes he finally reached his apartment, ignoring the calls from his agent Nicolas set up his desk with the lamp facing down and the diary under it.

And then he started reading.

this diary belongs to Luxury Nicole Hart.

LUXURY'S POV

It was the first of January, a new year, a new start but it didn't seem like one, at least to me. It was not just the new year, it was also marking the twenty year anniversary since the day I lost everything, everyone.

My therapist told me that writing my feelings in a diary would help quiet a bit so here we are I guess.

I decided to use a blue light pen to pen down my thoughts so my mom can't read these, hell she doesn't even know I have a therapist, my best friend's mom is a therapist and when she found about my situation she decided to help me out considering the fact that she had practically seen me grow up.

I am so grateful to have her in my life, the fact that she takes time out of her busy schedule just to help me out and that too for free.

Okay so enough with that let me start at the beginning and see if that is any help.

I grew up in a small town, Reading, its in Pennsylvania. I grew up having a pretty normal life, I had two siblings, one older brother and one sister, I was the youngest child.

My parents loved both of them dearly and spoiled them both so much, but it was the complete opposite for me growing up.

I wasn't their biological daughter, my moms sister passed away in an accident, considering she was a single mom I was passed down to my now mom, biologically my aunt. My parents never wanted a third child, they were happy with two perfect children but then they were left with no choice.

They hated me, so much and it hurt, mom always blamed me for her sisters death because the day of her crash she was rushing home to me when she found out I was sick during a rainy day. I was with my grandma at that time as she helped my biological mother raise me.

A few weeks after the crash my grandma passed away too and I was left with my mom having no other relative to go to.

I was just five years old during this and when my now mom blamed me for her sisters death everyday, I believed her, I mean what else was I supposed to do?

I never thought my parents hated me until my sixth birthday, my older brother and sister were twins, their birthdays being just a day before mine. Both of them were five years older than me, making it their eleventh birthday.

Mom and dad had a huge surprise for Jacob and Mia, my siblings, they had invited all their friends and had a grand party, they got huge gifts and got showered with so much love. The next day I woke up with so much excitement, expecting to be showered with love and gifts the minute I walked down the stairs.

My hopes were crushed.

They had forgotten, nobody wished me.

I was just six years old and birthdays were a huge deal to me. Thinking that they had a surprise for me I waited the whole day up until till 12:00 AM, waiting, waiting, waiting.

I still remember the feeling of sitting in my room waiting for my "family" to burst into the room and wish me, tears started falling, I cried and I cried hoping someone would remember, I didn't even want gifts, I just wanted someone to give me hug and wish me a happy birthday, console me and tell me that 'no Luxury of course we didn't forget your birthday, we were just messing with you'

No one came to me that night.

That's was the day, at the age of six is when I realized that these people don't love me, the only reason I am here is because I share the same blood with them.

Was a mere birthday wish too much to ask for? Was a hug too much to ask for?

Till this day I do not celebrate my birthday, I am scared, I am scared of being forgotten like I was when I was just six.

L.N.H

NICOLAS'S POV

This was the first entry in Luxury Nicole Hart's diary.

I have officially taken the first step into a strangers mind.

Going into this diary I did not think that I was going through someone's possibly the worst time of their lives.

I do not know who this Luxury Hart was but I do know that she did not deserve this, especially at the ripe age of five, losing her mom, grandma and landing into a house that she couldn't call home.

I am scared to go forward, afraid even of what I might find in here but my heart told me that I had to, something about this diary called to me, so I took a deep breath and flipped to the second entry.