Chapter Two
Why am I always targeted? Yeah sure, I get hurt at times by people, but that changes. I know I'm not what people call "normal". Sometimes I wish I could die. Maybe I will. Not a peaceful death, a harsh and bloody death. Slash my neck with a dagger. I hate my fucking life so much!
When I think of my actual friends I feel so much better. They bring a new world to me that I wish I could be in. They are like Nirvana. No evil.
I hear people say "gay, ugly, worthless, and freak" as I pass by. Think about how I feel! I hate people who are mean! Yeah I'm working on telling everyone I'm a therian, but they just won't accept! I'm really trying, but usually I break down and run.
Outside of school (hell, at times), I'm what you would find in a usual 12 year old guy. Going out, and reading.
Whenever I have problems, I usually tell nobody. Instead I write in my real diary with bigger secrets.
I mentally shift into a cat for peace. it's the best thing.
Lots of younger kids think they're therians, but I highly doubt 90% are the real thing.
It's best to relax. But, what would life be like If I didn't exist. I pick up the dagger firmly and accept my fate. I hold it to my neck. I bleed. Before I go dangerously in, I hear Heidi shout for me to stop. I could hear "STOP! NO! NO! PLEASE! I CANT LOSE YOU".
That was the last thing I heard before my eyes closed with a smile on my face.
