Lily’s Guide to Releasing Antique Spirits

BOOK 1

Lily’s Diary

 

Welcome back Readers!

~Grab a cup of coffee or tea. Get comfy for some good reading~

We enter into the Diary of Lily Shels, a 9th grader who, as we are about to find out, is struggling with many different challenges. One of the biggest is opening up to her best friend Doris about everything she is struggling with. Being vulnerable is harder than some of us let on.

Today Doris dives into another page of Lily’s diary. Hoping to uncover the secrets that her best friend Lily has been keeping from her for over a year now.

Lily’s phone buzzed. She had been sketching out some new photoshoot ideas for her and Doris.

                                 -Hey Lily, I’m in the middle of reading the first diary you gave me and I just want to make sure there’s nothing in here you want me to skip? -Doris

                                  -Nope, I want you to know everything. Sorry for anything cringe though. HAHA I guess I’m kinda hopeless when it comes to romance. 😅😂 -Lily

-HAHA well at least I’m not the only hopeless romantic now! #cheesybesties -Doris

Doris responded with the laughter emoji, before picking the diary up to read. Lily was being open with Doris at last about her emotional struggles. Doris understood all too well from her past experience with Lily, that Lily needs time to open up. It took an entire year of bad events and trauma for Lily to open up to her older sister Mina. And Doris knew that it was because of Mina that Doris ended up finding out about her supernatural gift to begin with.

“Take things slow and steady. Lily trusts me now and I want to make sure she knows I’m a safe person to open up to.” Doris bookmarked the diary entry she was currently reading. Bookmarking the places she had questions about or wanted to at least re-read after her talk with Lily. “Oh Lily, no wonder you didn’t want to tell me anything.”

 

Lily’s Diary

 

Dear Diary,

Let’s talk about your feelings:

Let’s just say, if I could go back in time I would. Another horrible day at school. Isaac was thrashing around inside my thoughts like a tornado in Kansas. Words were flying around with sharp edges that felt like they were literally trying to cut me up from the inside. Isaac hated himself so much that he was willing to do anything, and I mean anything to get the other kids to like him at school.

At first I didn’t feel sorry for Isaac. I mean come on Isaac, if those dumb kids didn’t like you so what! YOU DON’T NEED A BUNCH OF LOSERS LIKE THAT. If they don’t like you for who you are then you’re better off without them. That’s what my Dad says. It wasn’t until I found out that Isaacs parents literally treated him like he didn’t exists. Did they buy him food and give him stuff, sure. But, they never talked to him. They never asked him how he was doing or even if he was having fun at school. Now that Isaac shared some more memories of his home life I realized that the only question his parents really asked him was “Where are your friends? Why don’t you ever invite some friends over? Don’t you know how to make friends at school? Maybe if you tried harder you would have some friends.”

He only tried making friends because it’s what his parents made him think was what they wanted from him. In a weird twisted way, Isaac just wanted his parents approval and love. How stupid is that!! He did end up getting 2 friends and guess what happened. The second Isaac started to try and open up to them they stabbed him in the back. Isaac gave them everything they wanted, games, movies, the attention he craved. No wonder he nose dived into a suicidal depression after his only so-called two friends did that to him.

What happened today:

Diary…can I trust you with this secret? I’m terrified the same thing will happen to me. What if I’m doing the same thing Isaac is doing? Isaac wanted to be seen and heard, to be loved by his parents and friends. Instead he got mocked, used and abused. When he tried confiding in his friends they did the worst thing possible. They laughed in his face and walked past him, as if he was invisible.

I’m terrified of that happening to me. How many people would laugh at me if I told them the truth. I can sense spirits and when the attach themselves to me, I have to free them. Or worse yet, if I tell anyone the truth, what if they exile me and treat me like some demonic person who needs to be exorcised? I’ve spent many hours fearing what would happen to my family, would they be shunned, would they shun me? Would I be an outcast for something I never asked for? Where would I go, who would listen to me?

You might think this is stupid, but I’ve been calculating how much it would cost to live on my own if worst came to worst. Honestly that’s I’ve been doing more odd jobs for Mom and Dad. Trying to build up a small savings. Just incase.

In Religion class the other day, Father was talking about prayer and the importance of praying everyday. Which I think the entire class wanted to roll their eyes and say “We already do that. Our parents make us every day.” I don’t know if he caught a glimpse of someone’s eye roll or if he just knew to add an extra bit in but he finished class with a question that really got me thinking. (which I reallllllly don’t like because it makes me think he might actually understand some of teenagers.) “Ladies, I know you all pray, but how many of you talk to God?”

To which miss A student, smarty-pants replied “I thought praying was talking to God? So, if we pray everyday we are talking to God.”

Father Replied, with a raised eye-brow. “True, but how many of you talk to God because you want too? And listen because to Him in return?”

So, in my mind I’m thinking, ok, so if I say my parents are forcing me, than I GUESS I’m not really talking to God the best I could be. I’m only repeating words I was taught without meaning any of it. Dang it, that reminds me, I have to do that homework for Religion class. Father asked us all to write a short, simple prayer that we would use in the morning if our parents left morning prayers up to us. Short and simple. Now that I can do. it’s an odd homework but it’s quick.

Good morning Jesus, Mary and St. Joseph. Thank-you for today and please stop sending me these weird spirit issues. Thanks, Lily.

Hhaha jk. I would be getting called into the office for sure if he read that. Gosh darn it, stupid shivers! Even if I think about the word spirit for a split second it always makes me feel sick. Poor Isaac. How the h*@% am I going to solve your story? What happened to you? Why didn’t someone help you when you struggling? Are you ever going to be free? Am I ever going to be free of spirits? I’m exhausted. Time for bed. If I can sleep…these nights I keep my closet light on because I don’t feel safe in the darkness. It’s freaking the heck out of me. My room never used to bother me before these spirits started showing up.

~Lily

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Over the next few weeks Lily will share a few of her diary’s with us. Each Diary is a sneak peek into book 1 of Lily’s Guide to Releasing Antique Spirits. Little clues in each diary entry that will prepare you for the adventure that Lily will be going on.

My new book will be released hopefully as soon as August!!! How exciting is this? I hope you all enjoy reading all the sneak peeks that are coming out each Sunday for the next 3 months! Tell your friends, family members and most importantly any of your Catholic teen girls. My goal for this book is to share some fun, supernatural adventures from the perspective of a Catholic.

 

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Write on~

Cecilia