Hitting Rockbottom

June 14, 2014.

I'm pretty sure I'm the human form of bad luck.

Literally.

But I should give back to the ones I loved. My mother. My father. My dearly loved ones. They weren't exactly Bill Gates or anything. On my eighth birthday, they all pitched in and bought me a diary.

Let me tell you, I fucking hated it.

At that time, I saw every girl my age strolling around with their pampered American Girl dolls. The plastic dolls that cost a hell of a lot of money. Yeah, I was that kind of girl. When I realized that this was no doll, I had the most terrifying temper tantrum. Maybe I'm over exaggerating. Makes things more exciting, personally.

Of course, all that was before my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer. Nobody knew why; I mean yeah, he use to smoke, but in my nine year old brain, I was stupid enough to believe that my dad was going to live forever. I thought Santa was still real. C'mon.

I never told dad goodbye. And yet, I still forgot about this damn diary. After that death, my mom started slipping, too. Hair was falling out in clumps. Her pathetic two years after my father's death was spent in the hospital. I don't know how we got the money to pay for it.

At the time, I didn't know any better, but once I got a grip on things, I knew there was a reason on why everyone died. Grandmother and grandfather.

Both killed on impact by a drunk driver.

The officials sent me to live with my uncle (who was a drunkard most of the time, but managed to clean up his act to keep me there). Died just a few months later from liver failure.

And suddenly, I thought of the stupidest conclusion yet.

I was the cause of all these misfortunes. Pretty sad, at that time, but I just needed any reason to understand why everyone so close never died because of old age. I had no friends. Not at school, not my neighbors, nobody.

They all believe it was my fault, too.

So to honor my mom, dad, grandmother, grandfather, uncle, and everyone else I believed I had somehow killed with my demonic powers, I'm writing in this book. How long will this last?

I'm not so sure myself.

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If you read this, thank you! This is my first story and hopefully more soon to come. I do not intend to make this a romance, but more of a short story/diary. - H xox