December 12
I stopped writing in this because it seemed to make things worse. It was only keeping those thoughts in my head. They're still there, but they're easier to control now. I've pushed them to the side.
My head is clearer now—on everything. I know that I failed my brother. And in failing him, I'm not worthy—perhaps not even capable—of being friends with those two boys.
After I told Vincent off, he continued to hang around with Henry. He must've finally figured it out. It's strange, though. Sometimes he still tries to talk to me. Henry's beatings have been more violent lately, I think because he's mad at me, but I don't care. I just don't have the energy to care. I get my schoolwork done, and that's good enough.
The woman finally asked about my brother on Sunday. She asked what happened to the fire.
"What fire?" I asked.
"The demon fire!" She swayed her head from side to side, as though looking for it.
"There is no demon fire," I said. "It went out."
"Went out!" She cried, clasping her hands together. "How wonderful!"
"Yes," I replied. "How wonderful."
I don't care. She's a stupid woman.
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PROPERTY OF A. KENDRICK
Teen FictionA. Kendrick is bullied at school and has no allies among students or staff. And why should he? He's small and strange-looking and slow. His only purpose in life is to keep his younger brother safe from their negligent and occasionally violent mother...
