Dear Diary

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Vylad's POV

~Six Years Ago~

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I ran to my room. I threw my backpack onto the floor and collapsed on my bed. I just want to run away from it all. I buried my head into my pillow and sobbed. Stupid bullies, and my depressing thoughts.

I lifted my head off the pillow and looked in the mirror. My nose was bruised, and my cheeks were tear stained. Of course they would make fun of me, I'm just an exchange student from Okasis Prep.

I sat up rubbing my teary eyes. I grabbed my diary and decided to write. I than heard a loud knock at my door. Shoving my diary under my pillow, I say "Come in".

My father Garte walked into my room. He snickered at me, and looked dead in my eyes. "I see that you couldn't stand up for yourself again. Looks like Garroth wasn't there to save you. I told you they don't care about you." He shouted in my face.

"You were a mistake! Your mother never wanted you. You are a waste of my money, and precious space. Why would anyone care about you" he than spat in my eye. "What a sissy faggot" Garte scowled at me. He left my room and tears began to fall again.

I grabbed my diary from under my pillow and began to write, my tears smudging the ink.

"Dear Diary,

Today hasn't been getting any better. The bullies are getting worse and worse. My nose maybe broken, well my parents won't care. Garte has been yelling at me more and more. I'm waiting for the day when he just punches me. No one really talks to me at school, besides these two freshman, Aphmau and Travis. They are both so nice to me, I now have two not alone buddies. Even though I've never felt more alone than I do now. Garte has been drinking more and more. He's started beating Garroth, and Zane hasn't been home much anymore. Mom is never home anymore she's always at work. I miss her dearly, sometimes I wish I lived with my birth father. Well beggars can't be choosers. That's it for now diary, I'll write soon.
- Vylad Ro'Meave"

I rubbed my tired eyes as I placed my diary back in my bag. Maybe life will get better, hopefully.

~Three Years After~

I sobbed as Garte screamed in my face. I had just graduated and was valedictorian, that wasn't enough for him. "You are so worthless, can't even stick up to your old man. I'd hit you but that would just be a waist of my time now wouldn't it. Why don't you go to your room and cry about it. Faggot" he spat shoving me to the ground.

I ran to my room locking my door, heck I don't even know if the lock works anymore. I pulled out my backpack, shoving clothes, my knife, phone and my diary. I've been writing so much that I've had to tape in more pages. My eighteen year old mind couldn't take his words anymore. I zipped my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I opened my window and jumped, landing on my feet somehow. Before I had the chance to run a voice called out to me.

My mother ran out of the house a green scarf in her hands. "Take this, it was your birth father's. He gave it to me when we first met, I think you need it more now" she smiled softly at me. A bruise forming on her jaw. "I love you mom" I cooed hugged her tightly.

She kissed my forehead "I love you too pea". Once out of her tight grasp I ran. I didn't know where I was going. I just needed to get away from it all, the abuse, the question, being ignored, myself.

~Present Day ~
"Now diary that's how I ended up traveling the world. Just me and my backpack. Sorry I didn't write during those six months. Park benches aren't exactly the best place to stop and write. Now that my life has come to a short pause and I want to settle down, I hope this will be my last night staying on a park bench. Let's see how life treats me from here, hopefully it will be better for this nineteen year old.
- Vylad Ro'Meave"