tainted.

Four years later.

(Warning: Swear Words)

Sage's POV;

3/20/16

Dear Diary,

Honestly, I've always tried writing in a diary, my friend, Rosie, says it's a good way to let out my emotions if I don't feel like telling someone in person, so, here I am. This is my first entry, hopefully I will remember to write in this daily. Here are some stuff about me.

- I'm 14 years old.

- I'm demi-bisexual, meaning I am attracted to boys and girls but only if I have a close bond with them, so if I see a girl walking by, I won't be sexually attracted to them unless I know them well. I won't be like "hey she's attractive, let's get together"... no.

- I haven't come out to anyone yet.

- My dad died 4 years ago.

- My mom is now in a mental hospital.

- I hate my step-dad.

- I only have one friend, who nearly died.

- I have a boyfriend, I hate him, too.

Yeah, so my life is f*cked up. I'm pretty sure people won't even believe me if they figured out what really going on in my life. Well, that's it I guess. I'm Sage Archer, diary, I hope you look forward to a lot of rants in your future. I forgot to add this is the list but it's going to look weird if I write it in and I can't handle anything if it's not symmetrical.

- My step-dad is the one who killed my dad.

"SAGE YOU LITTLE SHIT! GET DOWN HERE AND EAT GODDAMIT! DON'T MAKE ME GET OUT THE ROPE!," my step-dad yells from downstairs.

I close my diary and hide it at the back of my closet.

"SAGE!" he yells again.

"Stop yelling! I'm coming!," I say back at him. "Jesus," I say under my breath. Just then I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, shit.

"How many times do I have to call you! Talk back at me one more time! I dare you!," he yanks my hair as he threatens me.

"STOP PULLING MY HAIR! I'M NOT GOING TO EAT, I'D RATHER STARVE!," I grab my backpack and put it over my right shoulder. I stomp down the stairs and I see the burnt toast he's made for breakfast. I grab the toast, whirl around and throw it right at him, hitting his cheek.

"Go eat your own shit," I head out the door and slam it shut. I take a deep breath, time to go to school.

((wOah, a bit intense wasn't it? this is just a quick filler, everything will be explained soon, don't worry. hope you have a gr8 day, bYe))