Dear Dead Diary

Ever wanted to know whats it's like to live a lift without a family, but with friends? Having barely a memory of the parents that gave birth to you?
Sifting through the rubbish and dust, continuously in search of something Xevier knows he'll never find.
"I've got to find it! Whatever the cost!" He whispers to himself. Search the dust, of his old life. "I've got to find someone! Something!"

Xevier opened his eyes. "It was just a dream....good..." He got up and grabbed the hair-brush from his drawer. What kind of dream was that? I'm only 5 and everyone is dead. He stroked the brush down his long hair. Dammit. Knots? Come the fuck on. 

He walked into the living room, not wearing a belt.
"Are you wearing pants that fit?" Ally asked.
"Yes! Why wouldn't I be?!" Xevier yapped.
"Hows that three feet of hair treating you?" Luke asked.
"It's three feet and four inches, to be exact." Xevier sat down. "Anyway I had the weirdest dream last night.."
"Last night? It's 4 pm, doofus." Ally said.
"Anyway it was about where I was like 5 or sum and well, everyone was dead."
"Hmm....Don't you not normally dream?" Winter asked. Xevier nodded.
"That's why it was weird. And well, 5 year old me was looking for something."
"Like what?"
"Well it seemed like the house had been bombed, well Mom and Dad's house.....And I was looking for a sign of life or some shit."


Later, Xevier found himself, in Japan, in his Dad's office. "Wait, why am I here?" Bending over. It had dust. Dust everywhere. He scooped dust into his hands and blew it away. There was a bookcase before him. "Was that there before?" He shrugged. "Maybe I didn't notice it." He scanned the books. All had names on their spine except for 1. He took the book and opened it to the first page.....


Dear Dead Diary, 
I told my husband that I'm pregnant. I told him we're having a little boy. He's due in December. I can't wait. Neither can Mark. 
We were talking about what to name him. I used to have a friend named Xavier from when I was a kid, but he died in World War I. His soul was destroyed, along with his body, never to walk the face of this world ever again. I told Mark I would love to name him Xevier. Mark liked the idea, we decided on his middle name to be Xiao. 
+Alice

Xevier looked up. "These are about me....."
He read the next one.

Dear Dead Diary, 
It's been at least a week and I can feel the baby kicking, lightly. He's getting cuter every day. I wonder which one of us he's going to look like. His dad or me. 
+Alice

Dear Dead Diary,
Been 2 more weeks, so it's now been 3 weeks. Mark is at "work" or well the strip club...
Little Xevier keeps kicking me. It's getting stronger and it's starting to hurt. He may not want to come out in December.
+Alice

"I used to hurt mom? When I was inside her?"

Dear Dead Diary, 
December 5, 1992. He was born today, He's so adorable. I can't believe he's ours. He's got white hair like me. He hasn't opened his eyes yet. Mark said it will take 5 to 7 days for him to open them...He's got a full head of white hair. I decided to make his hand stand up with hair gel and Mark just started laughing. 
He's crying, must go...
+Alice

Did his parents really love him? Was he that cute? 


Xevier immediately woke up. He remembered nothing. It had felt like it was all a dream. Grasped in his hands was his Mom's diary...

Super Cute Chibi Pic

A few days ago, I drew a very badass chibi picture of Xevier. 

Chibi Xevier with gun, axe, knives and beer. Just seemingly killed someone. 

Happy b-day Charlie :#

Hey guys! Guess what!

Today is Charlie May Azuna's birthday! She's now 6!

Pics

I'd thought of giving you a basic idea of what the characters look like. I did some with natural demon ears instead of human ears.

Xevier:

Ally: 

Winter: 

Jerry: 

Avalon: 

Emily: 

Kanchachu: 

Reika: 

Charlie: 

Danny: 

Luke: 

Who's your fave pic/character?

Depression and Death

I wish I was dead. Ally Azuna ain't much. But I guess you say that's me. I was a dancer and a singer, long time ago....I guess I just haven't scheduled any shows. My stage name is "Miasma" or well, only because of my initials.

My brother is being a bitch. My sister won't stop pondering me. My kids and husband want everything to do with me.

"What's depression like?" My brother, Xevier, asked.
"It's like drowning. Except you can see everyone around you breathing." I responded.
My twin sister, Winter, knows about it but my older brother just doesn't give a damn.

I keep running and running away from life and the people in it. Sometimes I want nothing to do with them. I've had suicide attempts. Never worked only because I'm immortal. Gah!

Sometimes I feel like people are trying to get rid of me. My Aunt's trying to kill me, my brother don't give a damn, my sister doesn't really see it.

I hid myself in the corner of an alley and sat down. And cried. And cried. And cried. I took out one of the knives that were in my shoes, don't ask me how it's possible, you just get used to it. And did to myself what was invisible to everybody else. "Don't ask me why I do this....." I hear footsteps.
"Ally!" Winter's voice. "STOP! GIVE IT TO ME!"
"NO!" They didn't understand. "I'm tired to trying, sick of crying, yea I'm still smiling but inside I'm dying!" I turned around, letting the knife drop to my foot.
"Why is our parents death driving you insane?!" Xevier yapped.
Marley, my aunt, murdered them. I always thought that we'd grow as a family...But nooo...

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO SEE YOUR PARENTS DIE BEFORE YOUR EYES!"  I blurted. I looked down. "There exists a time and a place where I'm older than you." I started to turn invisible.

"It's surprising that you two are twins..." He said, not aware that I was still here. "Your so calm and she's so 'kill everyone'."
If you do not understand the reference...There is an HU song called Kill Everyone.
Winter shrugged. "We might as well leave."

I want to go home, but there's not really anyone waiting there for me.

There used to be a boy at school who always ran home. He got his stuff and ran. Everyone made fun of him. He ran, hoping his little sister hadn't killed herself.
One day, he didn't come back. He was back after a week.
He stopped running.

I guess I was the only one who knew what he was going through.
But well, why can't we stop putting labels on everything.  People, in school, decided to label me as "emo". So I embraced that label. It's now who I am. And you can't change it. You had the mother fucking chance to.

But you failed.

I guess I'm always like the moon---part of me always hidden away...
I'm driving myself insane. There's a war inside my head. I wish I was dead.

Forever, my Dad, told me that:
Love Hurts. Friends Cry. People Die.

I can't fucking take it anymore.

People say suicide is stupid. I'll tell you whats fucking stupid. Making people break down so badly that they think suicide is the only answer.

I may be happy and smiling but inside, my soul is screaming. My scars are my stories,  my history written in my blood.

In my blood....In my blood....In my blood.....Histories marked on skin. 

Answers and Diseases

Here we saw a little American girl, 9 or 10, applying makeup like a teenager. Most people said that she was a freak for saying this shit. She finished and threw the makeup in her bag, and walked out to the bus.
"Mornin' Tessa."
"Hello." Tessa responded, beautiful blue eyes and perfect black hair. Tessa didn't have any friends, so she sat alone, in the middle of the bus, Nobody behind her or in front of her.
"Why are you alone?" Ally's voice.
"Because nobody likes me." Tessa's mind stated. "Who are you?"
"Depends...You've seen me around...."
"Okay sure..."
"Why do you spend so much time on makeup if nobody likes you?" Ally stated.
"I want to fit in..." Tessa said, quietly to herself. "And I look ugly without it."
"Who gives a shit?" She said in a normal, not creepy voice. "I've never worn makeup. Neither has my sister....And boys still fall in love with us..."
"Why are you here?" Tessa said, the people 3 seats up looked back.
"To not let you be lonely......"
"What do you look like?" Tessa said.
"Alot like you.....Now tell me...Tessa....Someone killed your birth parents, yes?"
"Yea...I'm in foster care...."
"Wanna know who killed them?" Tessa nodded. "Me....Wanna know why their lives were taken?" Tessa nodded again, staying silent. "They made fools out of my family....Saying stuff like 'how can you people be related?' or 'go die.'"
"But...that isn't a good reason...Are you here to kill me?"
"You'll find out in five days."
Tessa got off the bus and walked into the school. She walked up the stairs, almost falling. On the landing, she looked back, seeing her friend, Molly.
"Hi Tes!" Molly shouted. Short brown haired girl with yellow eyes.
"Hi Mol!" Molly ran up. "Have you ever heard this little voice inside your head?"
Molly nodded. "Except I got rid of it."
"How?" Tessa said.
"I drank alot of red juice."
"Alright, I'll try that at lunch." Molly walked away. "Alright..bye..." Tessa reached for her locker dial. "22-3-18." She turned the dial. Click. She stuffed her backpack in, and took out her binder."
"Yo." Said the voice. "Turn around."
There was Ally, a shadow, not solid. Floating in thin air, doing a meditation pose.
"So that's what you look like?" Tessa said.
"Yea." She opened her blood red eyes. "Except I'm in my shadow form. I have a solid form like you but you will never see it."
"Why?"
"Cause you'll be dead soon!" Ally's shadow disappeared leaving behind an echoing cackle. Everyone looked at Tessa.
"Did she just threaten us?"
"Weirdo."
"She's so gonna die."
A few snickers then the get to class bell rang. "Better go." Tessa said to herself. She walked to class 8-B, and went to the back of the class. Nobody noticed her. Everyone had friends except her. She felt like the poor loner, always feeling sorry for herself.
"Class, sit." said the teacher walking into room. Everyone rushed to their seats. "Pull out your textbooks." Tessa and the class got theirs out. The teacher started going on and on about stuff Tessa didn't care about.
"Hey, teach, everyone hates you!" Ally's voice called, from behind Tessa.
The teacher walked to Tessa. "Ms. Peter, would you like to share to the class?"
"I-I-I uh didn't---"
"Yo, you ugly!"
"Excuse me?"
"You skank ass. Heh..." Ally's voice.
"Ms. Peter, go to the office." Said the teacher, steaming.
You had to?! 
"That's the way it's gonna be for the next 5 days! Haha!" Ally poofed again.
"Ugh." She walked down the hallway, down the stairs and to the office.
"Tessa...calling the teacher an ass?" Said the admin. "You know better."
"Yes I do."
"No I don't!" Ally yapped. "Stupid ugly bitch!"
"That's it! We're sending you home! Your gonna be suspended for the next 2 days!"
"All right!" Ally laughed. "Maybe I can do sum fun!"
"Why are you happy? You know what, don't answer that and call your mom."
"Okay..." Tessa grabbed the phone and started dialing. "Hi mom. I got in trouble and---"
"Your a dick!" Ally laughed.
"Tessa! When I get there, your in so much trouble!"
Hey voice, STOP!
"Nah."
"Who else can see you?" Tessa said to herself.
"Only you....for now..." Ally laughed. "Other people used to see me...but they didn't live to tell the tale..."
YOU'RE A MURDERER!? 
"I prefer the term psycho." Ally laughed.
Your the devil!
"No. I'm his grand daughter."
WEIRDO!
"No."
Tessa's mom stormed in. "Let's go young lady!"
"I didn't mean it! I'd never say stuff like that!" Tessa cried.

The next morning, it was the exact same thing, until day 4.
"Wake up!" Ally cried.
"Ah!" Tessa screamed. "Do you know not how to scare people?"
"It's Friday! Get dressed so we can scare people."
"Maybe I'll just stay home."
"NO WAY!" Ally said. "If you do that, you'll be gone by 9 pm!"
"Wait, what!?" Tessa yelled. "You're gonna kill me?"
"Not necessarily."
Tessa got up and walked down stairs. "Mom I don't want to go to school..."
Tessa's mom smiled. "Alright. Go back to your room."
Tessa walked back up stairs. "Hey ghost thing, I'm not going to school."
"Your loss!" Ally yelled, sifting through papers.
"HEY STOP!" Tessa said. "That's personal!"
"Homework is personal?" Tessa rolled her eyes.
Tessa sat on her computer for a while. Ally moving around.
"Dammit, do something else!" Ally yapped.
"Oh please, you can leave."
"Actually, no I can't. I'm bound to you until I have completed my assignment..."
"Oh well, wanna go downstairs?" Tessa smiled.
"To do what?"
"Get food?" Tessa ran down stairs, Ally in shadow form, following her.
Tessa, chewing a cupcake ran back up, 10 minutes later.
"Something wrong?" Tessa asked.
"No, just go back to your game."
"Alright?" Tessa shrugged.


Tapping the keys, Tessa didn't see the reflection of the shadow girl with a knife in her computer screen. The alarming scream made her mother run upstairs.
Written in blood on the wall was:

Let me tell you my story. My story begins with Jessica. 

Jessica always forgot her glasses. Too bad she couldn't see me. Then there was Phillip. Phillip had long hair. Too bad it blocked his vision. Then there was Molly. Molly never checked underneath her bed. Poor Molly. Then there was you. You never did anything wrong, you were just too focused on your screen to realize I was behind you. 

Charlie's Rise

Charlie, at the age of 2 already mastered reading and algebra. Guess you could say she was a little Eisenstein.
Charlie, a six year old girl in 9th grade, blue eyes and cat ears, was about to face life.
Just breathe. She reached for the doorknob of her new English class. She twisted it. What if they don't like me? Mommy always said one friend makes a hell of a good difference. But Xevier says friends aren't worth anything. She collected her thoughts and then turned the knob.
"Oh hello." Said the teacher. She didn't look above 30, with soft brown hair, smiling face and pink eyes. "Are you the new one?" Charlie nodded. "Come over here, introduce yourself." She silenced the class. The teacher nudged her forwards.
"Um.." Don't stutter. They'll think your a weirdo. "My name's Charlie. And, well, I'm here because the other grades were too easy..."
One of the kids raised their hands. "How old are you?"
"I'm six."
"What's with the cat ears? Are they fake?" Said a another.
"No actually, they aren't fake. I guess you could say I'm a demon in a human school. But I'm too young to hurt any of you. Even if I really wanted to, I wouldn't." Charlie smiled, holding her books.
"Why don't you sit next to Jose." The teacher pointed. The students seemed so obedient for 9th graders. It might have been because it was a private school and Marcus High only accepted the best.
Charlie sat down, next to the boy named Jose. She noticed the boy's mouth was stitched closed. That's gotta hurt. He passed her a note.

Hello, Charlie. I'm Jose. 
Hi, Jose. 

He seemed nice. 

You look like Neji from Naruto. 
Oh yea. I can't speak. And yea, I wasn't really going for his look. :)

Charlie nudged him and then smiled. 
"Okay, class, take out a book and read." Said the teacher. She came over to Charlie. "Charlie, my name's Ms. Lee, you can ask me for almost anything."
"Alright." She smiled. 


When the bell rang, Charlie walked downstairs. Many people looked her direction, but she didn't care. Luke always told her not to care what others thought, even though it tore her mom apart. 
The piece of paper that was in Charlie's hand, told her where all her class were, and what they were, and where her locker was. She turned the dial, correctly on the first time, and shoved the book in. Next was P.E. 
The girl who owned the locker to her left, slowly came up. She had seen her at the beginning of school. She had midnight blue eyes and blonde hair that you could see was bleached. Her hair, you could see the brown roots, it was fading rapidly. She opened her locker then looked at Charlie.
"What're you staring at!?" Charlie wasn't even looking at her. She put her books in her locker. "Aren't you a little young to be here at Marcus High? You don't even look 10."
"That's because I'm not 10." Charlie closed her River Blue-cat pupil eyes and smiled.
"Goodbye, loser bitch." She slammed her locker. 
Hmm. Charlie knew that people like that couldn't get to here. Besides she looked like one of those kids born in Heilo Valley (Heel-Leo Valley). Heilo Valley was about 10-15 minutes outside of Vale, but the scenery went from trees and buildings to literally nothing within that time. Out there, all you could see was a giant ditch, about 10 miles wide and more than 100 feet below sea level. It had its own river, and a bunch of neighbor hoods and a few camping grounds. There was one entrance and one entrance only. It didn't have street names, only campsite names. So your address would be something like: 

Allison Lee
Wind Heart, House 82
Heilo Valley, CA 95264

Charlie, changed for P.E. looked around at her classmates.
"Time to take roll." Laughed the teacher. He had shit brown hair and brown eyes, He was tall, not as tall as Xevier, though, but he was slightly muscular like Xevier. Charlie saw the girl with the locker next to hers.
"Martin Scarlet." A boy with long curly black hair and purple eyes. He had earbuds in. "Take those out, Martin." He looked at the roll. "Haley Hart?"
"Here." The girl with the locker next to Charlie's.
"Kimmy Oliver?" Kimmy waved. Short girl with long red hair and pink eyes.
"Charlie Azuna?"
"Here." Charlie said.
Haley nudged Charlie and mouthed, "Punk."
After the teacher was done taking roll, he assigned what to do. All the other students started running. One caught up to Charlie.
"Hey kid." She said. "I'm Carter."
"I like that name."
"You look new." Carter said.
"I am. But well-"
"See the coach?" Carter asked. Charlie nodded. "Haley is his daughter..."
"Oh?"
"Carter! Keep Running! No slowing down!" Mr. Hart yapped.
"But you weren't slowing down..." Charlie whispered.
"He does that all the time."
Charlie raised an eyebrow.
"Let's go out to the track! Run or walk 8 laps!" Coach Hart yelled. The class ran out side, Haley trailing behind with her dad.

"That little girl ain't up to anything good...." Haley said.
"Eh get used to it, rich girl." He said. "She ain't leaving."
Haley stopped, her dad continued walking. She rolled her eyeballs.
She walked onto the track, seeing Charlie coming up behind her.
"How many laps you done?" She asked. "I've done 3!"
"Erg..."
"Slow poke!" She said, running ahead.
After a few seconds of jogging, Haley was on the ground, knees bleeding.
"You little---You'll pay for this!" Haley yapped.
"I'll have you know, I'm not helpless and yet again...My parents are stronger than your dad and you combined."
"Stupid demon kid."
"Keep talking like that and you'll fail 9th grade.." Charlie stared.
"Stop trying to be so helpful!"
"To Hell with you."
"Charlie will you take Haley to the nurse, then go to office?"
"I won' take Haley, but I'll be glad to go to the office." Charlie's eyes got smaller and smile got wider.

At the office, Charlie was still smiling.
"Why do you look like you're up to something?" asked one of the admins.
"Oh I don't know.....It's my face." Charlie said. She may have been cute but she could be creepy.

Charlie walked in on her biology class. There were words scribbled across the board.

Faceless Kitsune
Hell's Angel
Cat Hart

"Faceless Kitsune." The teacher, Ms. Kal slammed her pointer against the board. She waited for Charlie to take a seat. She had gotten detention and nothing more. "Can anyone tell me in what manner is a Kitsune?"
"Wouldn't that be a animal?" asked Haley,band aids on her knees.
"Anyone add to that?" Charlie raised her hand. "Yes?"
"A Kitsune is not just an animal. Kitsunes are known for having speed and strength. They usually come in the forms of cats, foxes or wolves. Dog Kitsune's are rare."
"Very good." She smiled. "A Faceless Kistune is exactly what it sounds like. It is. A Kistune without a face. But these Faceless Kitsune's are known to possess people. Then eat you from the inside out."
 "Won't the Kitsune only possess one body?" one of the boys from the back asked.
"No. Faceless Kistune's can possess as many people as they choose at once, including their own."
"What about a Cat's Hart?" Charlie asked.
"A Cat's Hart isn't just anything. It's a source of demonic power. It's the source of every creatures power."
Dad's never told me anything about that.... 
Haley stared. At the end of the school day, she saw Charlie.
"Go to Hell, smart ass."
"Gladly." She squinted.


Sorry for the late post. Took a while for me to think of what to put in here.