January 3, 4019 & January 6, 4019

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Trigger warnings: Hanging, electrocution, parents fighting (for lack of a better phrase) Viewer discretion advised.


January 3, 4019
     My parents are fighting again. That's all they do at this point. Even for the smallest things. But this, they are getting rather loud. Father thinks Mother is cheating. Mother thinks father is cheating. They always accuse each other of these kinds of stuff. I just heard glass shattering and crying, more glass and father yelling. A door just slammed. I'm going to bed, I can't handle this. They always fight. They never stop.

January 6, 4019
Yesterday a terrible thing happened. My mother had been assassinated by Henry Castle, and he had attempted to assassinate me. My mother had been found in her bedroom, hanging from the ceiling. Henry had been sentenced to death by electric chair. I feel empty, numb. Is this what the peasants feel? Numb, angry for no apparent reason? They all seem miserable, is this why? And why did he try to kill me? I'm not that bad am I? Or is it not his morals but my own I should question? More importantly, why me of all people? It's time for dinner, but I'm not terribly hungry. I usually am around this time, just not today. I wasn't yesterday either. Especially after I was who found her. That sight will forever be burnt into my head. Everyone is pitying me. I don't want their pity, I don't want pity I want my mother. I want my mother but she is dead.

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