Jason's Diary

Chapter One

No one's POV:

Jason came home after he was taken to the hospital earlier. His brother Alex died because the explosion of the bomb he made was too heavy.

Jason didn't have parents either. They gave him and Alex away because they were nothing but trouble. Jason grew up with criminals: Drug dealers, murders, bombers...

How should he become something different? He learned from the best: His brother. Alex taught him to have no feelings. He taught him how to kill and how to blow buildings up. Jason was taught to be cold- hearted and that's what he is now. He went to jail a few times. But he knew that he would never change, no matter how many times they would lock him up.

Jason:

I opened the door harsh. I threw my bag on the floor and slammed the door shut. I layed on my bed. I hated them. Everybody. Why can't these fucking teachers understand that I don't give two shits about what they say. They think they know what's the best for me. But they don't. The only one who knows that is me. I needed relaxion. I had to take a hot shower to calm down.

After I was finished I sat on my bed as my eyes caught a book. My psychologist gave it to me. I was bipolar so I needed help my teacher said. I don't need shit but... alright. The psychologist said I should write something like a diary, and I should write down when I hear the voices in my head and what they say. I was bored so I took a pencil and started to write down my day.

Diary

Day 1

"Jason you're late!" My teacher Mrs. Freeman shouted at me. I just shrugged. "And?" She took a deep breath. "You will never change, will you?" I grinned: "Nope." I winked and took a seat. I don't remember what they talked about in school today. I don't care, so I never pay attention. I took my phone out and texted my best friend Nick

J: Yo sup?

N: Nothing, ya?

J: school.

N: wanna skip? I'll pick you up.

J: Sure. See you in 10 mins.

I put my phone back into my pocket.

"Uhm Mrs Freeman?" She looked up from the book she was reading. "What's it, Jason?" I fake smiled: "Can I go to toilet, please?" She looked confused: "Sine when do you ask?" I took that as a yes. I shrugged. I took my things and left.