I lost my family. All that was left was burnt scorched remains of what used to be my family. I watched as everything I had was taken from me, November 16th. Burglars attacked my house, masked and armed with knifes. If it hadn't been the day I went for a sleepover. I too would be dead. Watching from a distance, i saw them torture my mother and while my father was strong he was no match for the intruders. I watched as my only brother, the one who cared for me when my parents were busy. Got his guts ripped from him. Never in my life have i seen such violence...
For what? I still question till this day, why had they done that? No cop show could easily explain tye reason behind the attack.even police couldn't find any relation to the whole incident. That was... Until i found my moms journal... And i met "it"
But let me rewind a bit... To the beginning ...
Hi my name is Juno Demetri Cortellis
I'm 18, rather short sized. I was born with glaucoma in my left eye but it was a rather different type. Rare they say. It cause my whole eye to swell up to a red. I had no pupil in my eye. So yes I was blind in that eye. Red goo like blood would drip from my eye if it got sore. I took prescribed eye drops for it when it would hurt.
I lived with my family . my mom , my brother kameron and.. My dad. I guess it's cliche that he was not the worlds best dad. He tried. I knew he did, but I couldn't help but not call him "dad". It never felt right. Consider he's not my dad but we will get to that part soon.
He never beat us or anything, he had a hard time expressing his love for us that's all, you see he suffered for so long with schizoid. Inability to properly get close to anyone. I am glad he met my mom though and was able to open up to her.
My brother seems to be the best one you could ask for, sure he teased me and stuff but I couldn't ask for a better brother , I'm tearing up as I'm saying this. My mom was always so happy and cheerful, but one day I guess she snapped. She just couldnt do it anymore, my dad grew separate from her and it seemed like she tried her hardest to keep a smile on her face. They started fighting. I never thought I'd be that kid with the fighting parents. I never understood how it felt until I was 15. I just started 10th grade and everything was going smoothly. But my dad started acting up. I cast that aside knowing my dad could not control how he felt. And usually he has tiny fits every now and then but this was starting to get out of hand. He would lock himself away and he always seemed in a grouchy mood. Even towards my mom. They soon got a divorce when I turned 17. By then I was glad that they would be quiet but after a while... Things started to go awry. You see normally my dad now stays in his room but he too moved out and went to go live with my aunt Clara.
It was just me and my brother for a while. Sometimes my dad would come back but would mess up and starts to feel sorry for himself. I feel so sorry for him. I know he couldnt have a say in why he became like that. But nobody knew he was dying inside
Anyways. Kameron tried he best to help and keep things running. He was holding down two part time jobs at the time too.
I continued school at W.P Wagner science and technology institute.
I was just going into grade 11. It had been a new school for me. I had no trouble making friends though. And soon enough I met George. he was a great guy. I could tell him anything. He understood and listened when I needed to talk. But as I'm writing this, even now I don't know if he still loves me. Many people didn't care if I was bisexual. It was like a dream. At my other schools I had so much problems, I'd get bullied. But then I wento to my new school, there was a LBGTQ club and that's where I met George. My brother supported me. Everything seemed to be going my way for once...
