Lets Make (Creepy)Pasta

Don't Dream § Dreams Really Do Come True

Before the incident

Hi I'm a 17 year old who's name doesn't matter at the moment growing up the oldest of four my parents never paid me really much of any attention. I could make friends but since I try to steer clear of any drama I tend to avoid contact of most persons in or outside of school.

I talk to a few selective people on occasions. I only have one real friend and his name is Baylie. He's always been by my side...A lot of people call him rude things like: psycho, freak, weirdo and even retarded. But he's not...adleast I don't think so, I'm th only one who has seen the real side of him. Not even his parents know what he is truly capable of. So when someone tried to talk about him I had his back.

Every now and then some friends and I 'Including Baylie' would go into town and try out some new parkoure stunts. Even tho lately the people who I normally hang around have been acting strange. Some have even went so far as spreading rumors that aren't even true about Baylie and I.

Baylie told me not to trust them.

I started playing with fire more and more. Before it was just on occasions like a small fire in the backyard or plastic things. I liked the way it felt the heat against my finger tips was a pleasant feeling. However my slight addiction to the flame has become more of an obsession. Its came to the point where I've become numb to the pains of the fire so I've got burns on my hands forearms and legs. I wear gloves and long sleeves to hide it from people at school finding out...My family that's a whole new issue.

My hair has grown out of control its past my waistline now, and hard to maintain. I was lucky the last time I played with the additing flame Baylie was there to catch me when the fire ant the park bench got out of control.

My mom use to cut it for me.

Being at home almost kills me...I wonder if death is better.

My dads a drunken mess he only started after my moms death. She died giving birth to my last sibling... My dad says its my fault. Saying since I started to act out it was putting stress on my mother and the baby. But the doctor said it was due to my mothers age she shouldn't have been pregnant at age 47 is what he said. I thought it was the fact my mom had a not so secret alcohol and drug stash.

I'm just a curse on the family my dad says.

My Dillan brother the second oldest was cool he had my back on occasions but moved away after he couldn't take being beaten by my dad.

He said he'd come back for me

Then there's my Twin brothers or should I say the devils spaun. When my mom was alive they were honestly good kids, but the haven't been that same since. They started to steal even occasionally attached fire crackers to neighboring stray cats and st them off. I caught them sitting out side in the back yard shooting any birds that landed on our bird feeder and bird bath with beabea guns.

Then there's the last one she's a 10 year old show off who makes good grades and has to be the best at everything. She's full of crap she is just kidding dads a§§ so he doesn't beat the hell out of her like the rest of us. So I just basically do anything and everything I want and get told nothing.

Today was by far from normal but it didn't start that way.

As usual I walked through the halls being ignored my everyone but as I approached my so called 'friends' the avoid me like the plague. During lunch o went to sit at the usual table with everyone but apon me sitting the left and sat at another table. I looked around for Baylie bu didn't see him Maybe he's sick I'll call him later.

So feeling staying in the cafeteria I want outside to eat at the bench alone cause no one usually sits under the sun in the flower garden. But today there were plenty of people there it was some kids in my grade that o never talked to tho. I opened my and started to eat. Something rather hard hit me in the head. I looked up and the kids were looking at me laughing and pointing. I apologized I must have intruded on a private mater. But before I got back to the door some one slambed me into the wall making me drop my lunch and bag.