Dear Diary,
Well things haven't gotten any better. I'm sorry for the tear stains on the pages. I guess my dad left us yesterday. (prabably because of me) I think he left because he found out I was gay. I was I wasn't gay mabye he would love me. I through my mom out of the house to have fun last night and she hasn't come back so I don't know were she is. Why do I lave to be so alone. Even when I'm not I still feel empty, like no one truly cares. But Why?
Dan,
It was 1:30p.m. and Dan was alone so he could do what ever he wanted. So he went down stairs to get some food, but as Dan went down the stairs he triped and fell down a few stairs, hitting his head blacking out.
"How what the bloody fucking hell happened? And why dose my head hurt so much?" He rubbed his head and grabbed the rail pulling himself up to stand. He stumbled a bit but managed to walk slowly down the stairs. "Were is my mom? Matter of fact what time is it?" he looked down at his watch. "I really backed out for three hours? Its freaking 4:30!" Pulling out his phone he had 5 missed calls. He try ed to call his mom but no awnser, then he called the number that called him 5 times.
"Hello?" It was that nice lady that he called to take his mom out last night.
"Hey its me Dan. Were is my mom?" it was silent for a moment.
"Dan your mother....... she is...." she sniffled.
"What's wrong with my mom?"
"Shes .... She's..."
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER?!?!" Dan shouted.
"We were in a car crash. I'm find but your mom is in a coma." Dan's heart sunk. He couldn't speak, he couldn't move, and he couldn't even feel. He was empty. "Dan?" He didn't reply, he stayed silent. "Dan?" again silence. "Dan? DAN!" He hung up, grabbed his car keys, and left.
