His Lost Pages

September 11, 2000

Dear Journal,

Hi new freind! Well I guess you can be my friend. Your are book after all... Anyways, I guess im suppose to write my thoughts into this and stuff? Oh and my apologies. My name is Patrick River, but just call me Pat for now. So... dont expect much of me. I am only 6 years old, so im short, a little chubby, and I just wear black clothes. Black shirt, pants, shoes, hat, and a little cute white feather on top of my hat. You know, the ones knights used and stuff? Yeah just like that! I also have a somewhat family. I have a dad, my mother had passed away because of my birth and now, my father is very sad and all of a sudden crazy. The way I heared him say it when he was in his royal room is like " Stupid fucking kid! I lost my sex toy to him! " I went straight back to my jail cell after that. Yes i must admit, I live in a jail cell. In a way, you can almost say I live in Asylum. Theres blood on the floor and walls, human heads...those heads belonged to the people I had killed for money.... I also sleep in chains. Like my arms are chained to the wall, legs chained to the floor, and i also sleep as if my head were almost to be hanged...Yeah... Um what else should I talk about... Oh yeah i have a brother! My brothers name is George. He is the most coolest guy i know! Hes gotten me out of trouble a few times and had taken the guilt.....and punishment... He didn't sit in a corner, my dad got his belt, and he not only whip him, but strangle him and choke him with the belt until hes out ot breath. Sometimes, I would pay george back and take blame for what he did wrong. But instead of strangeling me, he would get a knife and cut me up. If hes REALLY angry, he starts to take out a gun and shoot me in the legs and arms. I dont know how I am alive, but consider me lucky. I just don't know. If my dad is torching me... is it because he loves me and wants me to be a better killer? Oh my family is filled with killers. One killer I know is my uncle. I know him very well. Hes the only one I know in the family that dosent go by the family moto " Another day, Another kill " Instead, he goes with a creepy " GO TO SLEEP " ( this has nothing to do with jeff. It is jeff but this story is just for fun you creepy pasta feinds xD ) Wait something came in......FOOD!!!! Alright lets see here.... Um we have some dirty street water, milk, dog, food, and a bone... I guess ill have milk, bone, and dog food. Im used to this stuff. Yum! So anyways....huh? Oh its a knock on my cell... Its dad! He must of..

( The whole page is covered in blood. The only words you can make out are 2 years, outside, rules, walls, broken, and ago. What has happened to Pat? Do you wanna know what will happen next? Then come soon again and follow meh if you dont like. The other works ive done, and I will be honest, i was lazy. This im putting some thought to it. Anyways, thx for reading. Until next time, in Dragon ball z. )