Dear Diary(Rydon)

Chapter 2

October 12th 6:45 pm

Dear Diary,

I met this guy Ryan today. He seemed really nice. He helped me today and gave me his sweatshirt. I really like it. It smells nice to. He must use really good cologne. And he gave me his number. Plus he was super cute.

He saw my arms as well. I got really scared but he seemed to genuinely care. He said to call him if anything happens.

I hope Ryan truly does care and wants to be friends with me because I really like him. Plus Spencer says it would be good for me to have another friend around.

Well I've got to go now, my mother is calling me.

Bye for now

Brendon.

"Brendon!" My mother screamed. I closed my note book.

"I'm coming!"

I trudged down the stairs. I never really wanted to be near my parents or my brother.

"What took you so long?" My mother demanded.

I shrugged. Best not to say anything and risk being yelled at.

Now my parents are very religious and would never lay a finger on me to cause me harm, but they had other ways to punish me. Other than it stopping my brother from hurting me, they'd often lock me in my room and not let me eat for days. My body has become so used to it I hardly eat any more.

I sat down at the table mainly just picking at my food. Not like my parents cared. It's not like I'm basically anorexic or anything.

After dinner I went straight to my room. I never really did anything but go on my phone and scroll through my social media. Or draw. I flopped down on my bed and plugged in my head phones. I went through my music and clicked a playlist.

I drifted away from reality as the sound of Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day filled my ears.

Drawing and music were my only escape from everything. When I'm drawing or listening to music my brain focuses on that and it is like I become part of it.

But just my luck, my brother comes and ruins it.

"Hey fag."

I sighed. I gave up on explaining that being Pansexual is different than being Gay but it ever sunk in to his thick skull. 

"What do you want. I'm busy."

"Busy? Doing what! You have no friends except for your worthless friend Spencer.

That pissed me off. I could care less what Marcus says about me. I'm used to it by now. But I hated it when he talked bad about Spencer.

"Just go away. I don't have time for your bullshit today."

That was a mistake. Marcus grabbed me and shoved me to the ground.

He began kicking me and I bit my lip trying to cry out.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want to do you whenever I feel like it. Mom and Dad won't do shit now will they."

He continued kicking me until I was nearly unconscious from the pain.

"That's what you deserve you piece of shit." He hissed at me.

My ribs ached and I could barley breathe. I decided to call Ryan and ask for his help.

I dialed his number and he answered after a few rings.

"Hello?"

"Ryan it's Brendon."