It is now nearing the end of the day and again, I am here upon this wretched bed with my journal, as this bed sheet covers my head and body. What a disgrace this key has been! What shall I do now? It does not seem to be that my escape may be plausible. I have grown to hate everything here more than I think I could. Even my own grandfather I looked at in distaste and slowly feel a dislike for his very presence. If I were to go back earlier upon my day, you the reader would understand and I shall now speak of such torment.
Upon leaving in this ugly, wooden, carrion they have decided to call a buggy! These repulsive, self-absorbed human excrement decided that it would be beneficial to sit near to me. Their awful smell and awkward composure were enough to cause such fits within my belly that upon throwing up I may have turned my own insides out so that my gut could be seen to all. My grandfather, who displeases me even now chose not to sit near me but to train the horses in the direction they needed to go. As I sat there with my old man and these others, they spoke of work, and this and that much to my temperament. No one had the decency to even ask what the matter was as I sat there sullen amongst these vultures.
Once I reached my destination, the place this young, inconsiderate, foolish man that I named my father found me at. Yes upon arrival, outside the wall where I found there to be no wall. It was then that I told them a fib and caused them to believe that I had lost something here and not that I still believed I was from across the wall or some other place. It did not matter to me if they believed me however, as I wished to just shut them up so I may contemplate my escape. No wall, no way out. This key that had brought me here had proven its uselessness and upon allowing my anger to increase, I threw it in the direction of the barrier I once knew and watched it disappear into the grassy plain.
A dark void of sadness, anger and pain. I am tired of being rejected. However, my grandfather upon seeing me in such a way placed his arm upon my shoulders as if to comfort me but it was not in my wish to be touched. Even by him. I do not need anyone's relief when I can soothe myself. Nor do I desire such treatment. I soon found myself in the buggy with my arms crossed as I made the attempt to not show to no avail, outward signs of emotion. Again, I was traumatized! Again, I was placed in a catastrophe that wished to lay claim to my very being. But I am more powerful than my issues and I shall ignore it again. If it was made for me to stay here, I will show these flea-bitten rodents! I will again block out what hinders me from my joy and become the best at whatever this vile Earth shall throw upon me. Do you hear me fates! Do you hear me God? Whoever is in control of this world? I am in control! I will be obedient to only I and my voice. Hear my words. I am a god!
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How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus
FantasyHis name is Mr. Thaddeus. A young man born into wealth and prestige writes of his experiences with those who now serve under him from his own unique perspective. One that he speaks on the greatness of his own estate and himself. That is until a ver...
