The beginning
Hi im ruby rivers and this is my story, im writting this book to recover from my past to get through it.. writing words down is something ive always been good at, until back then when i lost myself couldnt put worlds onto paper, couldnt speak to anyone.. so let me take you back a couple of years to where my story begins....
I lived with my father ray and my mother joan we were a happy little ramily, my father was handsome with his blonde brown spike hair blue eyes rockstar looks. My mother was pretty long dark hair blue eyes model body she was stunning. And me im your typical kid guitar playing rockstar like my father, well thats what i wanted to be. So me with my long dark hair blue eyes rockstar style just like my dad.. my dad was on tour alot he played in a band called the rivers they had thousands of followers and fans. I loved it when my father was back from tour we would stay up write songs on our guitar most of the night, mother would sing along with us she loved hearing us play. I would say we were a pretty happy family loved each other company. Loved Christmas I remember it being happy warm safe. Its funny really how that same place that was warm safe and happy would evenally become my hell my dark place and not feeling safe.
It was December cold winter weather, the weather you warm your self up with hot chocolate by the fire weather, i liked winter wrapping up warm and cosy by the fire. Seeing your breathe when you spoke it was that cold carnt feel your fingers or toes, something about winter just felt nice. Christmas was always a great holiday in the rivers house we would defo go all out with the decorations lights, lights outside the house trimmings and a massive green tree in our living room which was so big it took us hours to put up, but we loved it playing Christmas songs baking cookies playing guitar was such happy memories.
My father was usually on tour round that time of year but he always made surer he was back by Christmas eve knowing me and mom would be waiting up for him. I loved seeing my Dad perform when he performs local mom would take me to see him, I remember running out on stage when i was 7 and started singing with him the crowd love it massive cheer it was one of my best days, the feeling being on stage was amazing. A feeling i hoped i would never loose.
