March 2nd 1972

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March 2nd, 1972

Dear diary,

I was crying in bed all day. I didn't go to school today because mommy said it was my last day. I was just really sad because those kids got killed! Some kids on the bus said I was the one who pushed them out of the windows because they were being mean to me. Some other kids on the bus said that they opened the windows by themselves and jumped out.

Mommy tapped my shoulder. She said she has more stuff for me to do, now that all of the problems are out of the way.

I started to cry more. Mommy made me do all these bad things! She made me kill daddy, she made me hurt that girl at school really bad, but I know I didn't kill grandma and grandpa, or those kids on the bus!

I don't want to say this, I feel like it's a really bad thing if I admit this. I feel like she's watching me and can get in my head. But I know mommy and I know why she's making me do all these horrible things.

Mommy's the real bad person. And daddy never was. But now he's gone.

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