Dear My Reader

My Story

Pentatonix: Daft Punk ^^^

By the way, Avi Kaplan. Oh my sweet baby Jesus.

Dear reader,

Hello again! I've just had a wonderful time. I got out of jail and onto that authors note show. That freedom person really was annoying though. She kept asking me how I became insane. Ugh, so stupid, people these days. She should think before she says her words. She asked about you to! She asked how we all became friends, I didnt tell her of course. Oh! I also teased a guard. His ego was a wreak after that! Oh, I just love hurting people! It makes me smile. Just like mother would do while hurting me... wait. I hope you remember the story! Oh, what if you don't? Its how we became friends. You know, the story that I was going to tell that lady? Well, even if you remember, I'm going to tell you anyway. I just love that story!

The story begins with little pre-k me. I was an introverted thing, Always hiddining in the corner, never raising my hand, never speaking. I had a vow of silence, at age 4, and I didn't speak to anyone. Not my teacher, not mommy, or daddy, or even passing strangers. Daddy would always make fun of my voice. Said it was to high pitched, like a little fag he would say. I, naturally, didn't know what this meant, but I would always cry and cry and cry. I hated my parents, and my voice. I didn't know what it meant to be gay, but obviously my father did.

My mother, however, was a different story. My "lovely" father was all talk, she was all bite. Let me explain. So, one day, I was sitting in my corner. Not talking to anyone, just people watching, judgeing. Like my family. But any who, there I was, keeping to my self. We had just taken our colors test, to make sure we knew them. That was a few days ago, I thought. I didn't do so well.

All of the sudden I hear screaming. My mother. I quickly jump from my spot and hide behind my teachers back. "Sweetie! I was looking all over for you!" She said, sweet venom weaving through her voice. She grips my wrist and tightens her hand. Just enough to cause pain, but lightly enough that it wouldn't be noticeable to anyone around us. She would always do this to me. She would act all sweet around people and then when we got home, ka-boom! She would slap me to the ground. Beat me black and blue. Spank my bum red until it would bleed, only the slightest bit. She truly was the devil. And, my father, would only stand there. He would laugh and laugh, like it was all just fun and games to him. He didn't lay a hand on me though, only little slaps to keep me out of the cookie jar, and his harsh words.

"Baby, why don't you come home with mommy? Daddy and I are going to play some games with you when me get home! A little celebration for getting such a... uh.... good..... grade on my colors test! A 58! Wowwwww!" What, a game?!?!? With... mommy... and daddy? Really? No beating! No yelling! No spankings! I jump up and down, coming out from my teachers behind. "Go...home? With you? And daddy? To play a game?"

"Yeah! A really fun game!" She says, acting excited. Then she mutters something under her breath that I can't hear. "So come on!" She grips my wrist a little harder and pulls me to her.

"Umm...Mrs. Sane? I'm going to have to have you sign this so you can check Legend out." She says sliding a thin paper to my mother. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." My mother says to her, signing the paper. She pulls me through the door and the school, walking fast as to try and trip me. I start to run with her. Wow! She must be really eager to play our game! She tightens her hand so I can't fall, awe! She's so kind sometimes, but so mean at others. Well, maybe not kind... more like keeping me from being kidnapped by bad people.

We make it out side and she pushes me in the back seat of her small, trashy car. She walks around and jumps in the front seat. Mommy turns around and gently puts her hand to my face. Her grip starts to get tighter until I can feel the corners of my lips press together. "Mommy! Please! Your hurting me!" I try to say. But it sounds more like, momas, ple, yu hurten meh! She seemed to get the memmo though because she let's go and slaps me straight across the face, my left cheek taking the burn. Pain washes through my body as I fall to the side due to impact and start crying. I clutch my burning, swollen cheek. Maybe this game won't be as fun as I thought...

Mommy's going super fast, running stop signs and red lights. I'm really scared....

I silently slide a pair of my dull scissors out of my book bag and into my jacket. I might need to protect myself. No, I don't want to need protection from my mommy and daddy. But I will. I will not hurt them unless I have to, because as odd as it is, I love them. I need them in my live. Well, maybe it isn't so much as I love them, more like I need them. Literally. Do you think I know how take care of myself? No. No I don't. I mean, come on. I'm 4.

Mommy leaps (yes, leaps) out of the car and runs to my side of the car and she has this crazy look in her eyes. She yanks open the door and bares her teeth. "Get. Out." I scramble from my safe spot in the car and into the dangerous open. She graps my wrist and looks around. Her eyes lock into the house next door. A young boy, about my age is looking out the window in a bored manor, but may I just add he is very nice looking. Mommy flips the bird. His beautiful face morphs into an ugly look cast at mommy. He rolls his eyes and turns away. Then he looks back and gives me the, "call me" gesture, then walking away from the window. Oh, that's your brother for you.

Wow. Mommys face is the look of pure shock and a small, amused smile crosses my lips. "What are you all giggly about stupid? Come on, I love a good joke as much as the next fat person. But.... you don't get to laugh. You failed you colors quiz!" Her voice rising, "COLORS LEGEND. I THOUGHT DADDY AND I TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN THAT!!!!" Than her voice lowers to nothing but a whisper. To be honest, it scared me a bit, wiping the smile from my face. "But now, you won't ever take another quiz for you to fail. You can count on that." She finishes, grasping my ear so tight it hurt my entire head. "Come child." She says, pulling my ear into the direction of the door.

Oops! Got to go. That guard is trying to bother me again. Ttyl! Got to deal with him the right way.... or is it the wrong way? Eh, whatever works.

Your truly,
Legend Sane

P.S. They laughed because I'm allergic to peanuts. I laughed because they were allergic to death.

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Hey peeps! Its me again. I tried to end this on a cliff hanger but I don't know if it worked. Its kind of hard to do when you writing letters. Also, there might be a tiny... little... baby surprise for you in the next chapter. Nope, kidding. Its big. Just warning you! But I hope you enjoy it. I'm pretty proud of the idea. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to vote and comment.

Bye peeps!