Hey dad, how's hell for you? Are you having a great time down there? You left me and mom up here on the ground. Can't believe you never came to visit me and mom. Did you forget about us? Did you not like us? Well if you didn't, why weren't you the one who demanded a divorce? I heard from mom that you were strange, different even. She told me that you gave her goosebumps, but she said she loved you even though you probably never felt the same. She said she was glad to have me, you know? She was glad that I turned out "normal"
Do you know what normal is, dad? Do you know what it's like to be normal? I must've really taken after you. Because I don't feel anything but I practiced, I used the internet and practiced smiling. Of course, I practiced every single thing. Sadness, happiness, anger, disgust, fear, excitement. There's a lot of emotions, did you know that? It's quite interesting how a single human can have so many emotions.
If you want, I can finish your work. I bet you were in a corner and had no way out. Is that why you suddenly died? Because the police had you stuck.
Maybe I can be nice to you for once and do you a favor. Isn't that nice, dad? You might end up being proud of me without knowing. Of course, you were born differently from the rest. Same here, dad. We are alike, but I'm better. I can manipulate others, pretend—putting up an act that everyone would love.
I will show you dad. I will show you who your daughter is. I will show you that I'm your successor.
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The Drafted Reality and Dreams
Mystery / ThrillerIt was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled. Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got s...
