Diary

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 Suicide warning for this story. Along with other things. If they bother you or trigger you please don't read.


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   I walked down the road, passing by an ally way. I hear yelling and walk faster. I know how it is around here, I don't want to get in the middle of that. I got into it once and it was not pretty. I had bruises for weeks. Thinking to myself I didn't realize I had reached my house. I walk into my trailer and take my jacket off. I lock the door and sigh, another long day,with another paycheck. I sit on my bed and put my head in my hands. My friend Luke just killed himself and Mason got arrested.  

   My whole life has just turned to shit. I used to be a straight A student. I did all my work, never got into trouble. I was the perfect person. I went to church, was nice to my family, helped out in the community and never did anything bad. 

   How did this all happen. All I did was go to that damn party. I got a little drunk, went downtown with some people, we did graffiti, got arrested, and now here we are, in this shit-whole. 

   My life sucks. I get into a bunch of fight, I drink, I smoke, I live in poverty, in a fucking trailer house that is broken, it has rats and cockroaches, the ceiling leaks, and it just isn't pleasant. I hate this.

   My family disowned me, though I'm okay with that. They would beat and molest me often. I would cry every night. I was fucking 15. Now I'm 17, my birthday was last month. My life is shit. I work at a gas station, and I just can't deal with it. The pay is $3.50 an hour... I work for four hours.

   Well that's all I have to say, goodnight.

   I set my pen down and sigh. I look over at the sleeping figure on the bed and get up, closing the small book. I take of my shirt, and change my shorts and climb into bed behind the boy. He shifts and turns around to face me, a smile dressing his lips. He wraps his arms around me lightly and lets out a soft sigh. 

   "I love you, Anthony."

   "I love you too, James."

   With that we fall asleep, to the sounds of shouting, gunshots and a train.

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