Manny's Revenge

Chapter 1: Two Years Ahead

January 21, 2018

Fucking hell.
I haven't written in this thing for two years since Rowley died. But my therapist said this could be a way for me to " cope ", but I still don't think i'll ever be able to recover.

So, where do I start? Rodrick still lives here. For some reason, he still thinks he'll make it as Löded Diper. The only place he'll make it to, is a male prostitute on some sketchy street corner.

Mom and Dad are ok, I guess. They're going through a divorce at the moment, and Dad's starting to let out his aggression on me. Boy, did he really belt me last week. Moms severely depressed, but she's always been that way.

Manny?

Well shit. I don't really want to go near him, anymore. He developed severe schizophrenia after he lost Tingy, and it makes him go insane. Mom has to lock him the basement for days at a time, and he lives there now.

We haven't checked on Manny in weeks, Mom says it's too dangerous. You see, I sleep right above the basement. I don't know how, but Manny somehow managed to climb to the roof, and scratch at the roof.

It really freaked me and Rodrick out, so we told Mom. She told me man up and grow a pair, and that Manny can't claw through the roof of the basement.

But me and Rodrick know what Manny is capable of. After last month, on how he dug up Rowley's grave, sewed on his skin, and danced around me, that was the moment I had lost all respect for him.

Mom or Dad don't go outside anymore, neither do me or Rodrick. The family became bleek and stale, I guess. Rodrick started sleeping on the living room couch, because Manny would keep scratching, and it freaked him out too much.

Pussy.

Wait, I see a small hole forming on my floor. It looks like a.. fingernail? I'm not so sure..

Oh my god.