November 9th
Dear Diary,
Sorry about that yesterday, I am camping out in a tree, Home sweet home. Well it sure as hell feels more like home than that dump. So would you like to know why I’m living in a tree and not living in a warm home? Because I don’t have that, all I have is some creaky cold house that my aunt appears in and out of occasionally. Fuck, I’ve never known what home feels like all I have known is disappointment and solitude. This Brings me back to I WANT TO DIE…..
Anyway, I left that place yesterday because my aunt decided to actually talk to me, talk to me about what? Whether or not I wanted a significant other. God, I’m 16!! And one day… And when I told her she was confused and that I was different. She had a fit screaming at me, that what I was is disgusting and horrible and how she was going to get me help, she ran out of the room to go call a psychologist. So I packed my stuff, including you don’t you feel special. I ran and when I got to the bus stop I knew no one was coming after me and just stared at the lake longingly. Longing, to drown myself. Aren’t I one special person?
Well my aunt, Oh auntie, auntie, auntie. How would I be here without you? How would I want to kill myself without you? I wouldn’t. You helped make me the person I am, something every aunt wants to do. Congratulations… No see when you looked at me the day I was all alone, the day they found my parents bodies, ALL YOU DID WAS BEGIN TO FUCKING CURSE ME OUT, TELLING ME I WAS SCUM AND THAT YOU GOT STUCK WITH ME!! Well I’m sorry pity you, I pity you for having to deal with a child that had just lost everything, even though that everything was nothing. How could you do that to me??? How… Why…
Shoot sorry but I must be off… Time to steal me some dinner. Later.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of an Unloved
HorrorThe Anonymous diary of a suicidal who wont commit suicide and trys to conivice anyone to do the deed for him, but he might not always want the job done. Things change. Let me know what you think of my fictional story!!
