May angels lead you in, hear you me my friend
On sleepless nights, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me (May angels lead you in) - Jimmy eat the world
I found Chrissy's diary and I've been going through it. And well, I found a note addressed to her father..... And she wanted me to give it to him, the author and root of her problems.
Which landed me in the State Prison today. Talking to her dad on the phone, through the transparent wall, which served as a barrier between us.
I'd mailed the letter quite alright, but I just wanted to look him in the face and give him a piece of me.
"Chrissy's best friend, right?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Zoey."
I nodded again.
"How is she?" He asked with a smile.
'Oh great! Someone who hasn't heard of the tragedy. Funny how the devil hadn't heard of the effect of his actions,' I thought with not so much delight. Anger, maybe. Hate, that's for sure.
"I probably should have written to her, but I didn't think that she'd want to talk to me after everything. And I totally understand that she doesn't want to see me either." He continued when I didn't say anything.
I scoffed. He sure did have some nerves asking after her. "Chrissy's dead." I announced bitterly. "And it's your fault."
"What?" He asked. "Chrissy is dead?" He repeated, ignoring the last part.
I nodded. "She is dead," I spat, not forgetting to remind him of the fact that it's his fault. I mean, come to think of it, if he hadn't been such a useless drunk, he wouldn't have killed Chrissy's mom, with Chrissy's mom still alive, he wouldn't be in here and she sure as hell, wouldn't have moved that hell hole, which means that she'd probably still be alive. But he just had to ruin everything.
"I hope you keep thinking about it, and when you sleep, I hope you remain haunted by the fact that you caused your daughter's death. And with every single day that passes and you waste your miserable, pathetic excuse of a life in here, you tell yourself that you killed her," I hissed. "Not Max, Not Gina and definitely not Chrissy, but you. You killed Margaret. And now you've killed Chrissy. And I despise you." I seethed with so much venom laced in my words, aiming at his heart. I hope he feels it, because I've never hated anyone as much as I hate him right now. And I would love nothing more than to show up here every day, reminding him of the fact that Chrissy is dead and it's all his fault.
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The Diary Of A Broken Teenage Girl
Proză scurtăThe night Chrissy had watched her father beat her mother to death had been implanted in her head. And everyday, she put on a fake smile to cover up fact that she was breaking on the inside. She used a lot of makeup to cover the physical evidence of...
