𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 1

I started hating humans when I was 15.

At that age, I went through an experience that forced me to hate all humans forever.

I was with my parents and we were having a family game night on a Friday evening.

We all wore matching t-shirts as we played my favorite game: Monopoly.

Every time I played that game with my parents, I never lost and on that day, the game ended with me winning again.

I stood up and did my celebration dance in their faces because, at that point, they got very used to me bragging about my accomplishments.

Just when there was so much happiness, the happiness immediately turned to sorrow when a burglar came into our house.

He broke the glass door and intruded unexpectedly. He wore black completely and covered his stupid face with a black mask.

Since I was already standing, he run towards me and grabbed me by the neck, placing his ugly hand on me to strangle me.

My heart thumped in fear as I kept increasing my breath to get more air.

"What do you want?" My dad yelled. He too was panicking as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

My mom was not looking any different. She was already on her knees crying.

" Give me all your money now before I make this child a memory." The burglar commanded and increased his grip on my neck. He even pointed a gun at my head.

"Please don't." My dad begged until tears began to form in his eyes. That was the first time I ever saw my dad cry and his tears made me feel worse.

My mom ran to her bedroom and grabbed all the savings they had been keeping in the house and gave it to him.

"You call this money? Give me more now, before I kill her!" He increased the pressure on my neck until I was struggling for air and I began to cough continuously.

"S... Sir, this is all we have please let go of her!" My dad begged.  His eyes became very red from crying.

"You can't have only $200. Stop being stupid and give me more now!" He was ready to shoot me at any instant and I had no words as I mentally accepted that I was going to die.

My dad was panicking more, trying to find a way to save my life because that was really all we had.

"It's sad because she is a pretty one." The burglar added as he stared at me weirdly.

My dad was nice to him the whole time but when he heard those words, panic and anger moved him to move towards the burglar and try to grab the gun.

When he did, the burglar pulled the trigger and my dad fell to the ground.

I couldn't help myself from crying even more as I gazed at my dad on the ground.

My mom was also panicking that she tried running towards my dad to see if he was alive but just when she did, the burglar shot her as well.

I screamed in pain as I saw both my parents on the ground.

"It's you next child, but I can't just let a good cake go to waste."

He grabbed me and threw me to the ground. I struggled in his strong arms and did my best to save myself but all my efforts went to waste.

I had already cried too much and I hoped he could spare me from all that pain I had to go through. I wanted him to kill me there and then.

When he pulled the trigger I was relieved that I would be leaving this evil world but surprisingly I did not die.

I heard the police and an ambulance coming and then they stopped by my house. It seemed that my neighbors heard all the gunshots and called the police for us.
 
That schmuck shot me on my leg, defiled me and the police never caught him. I deserved justice but never got it.

I got better but my parents did not seem to get better. The doctors told me that they were in a coma and that I needed to wait for them to regain consciousness.

I waited with hope filled in my heart but they never got better.

Hope could not save them from death.

It still pains me to even remember that I had to lose both my parents in one day...

Just because of an evil human.

Ever since that day, vengeance and anger grew in my heart and I hate all humans as a result.

Humans are so evil, corrupt, selfish, and inconsiderate and that night proved it.

It hurts me just to know that I am human and I am of the same species as such beings.

No matter what happens in my life, nothing could reverse my parent's death and the hurt I had to go through all these years.

ARGH!

Even just writing about it, feels me with more hatred.

After that experience, my aunt took me into her home, and now, she is the one that takes care of me.

I hate humans so much that I want nothing to do with being around them and it is for that reason that I am currently online schooling.

I also work for a local cafe and I love my job.  I do meet people and serve them but I only do it to gain some cash.

Otherwise, I would not have anything to do with humans if I had the option to.

It really saddens me recalling these horrible memories and I think I feel better after writing about them.

But that does not mean I like humans all of the sudden. I still hate them.

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I know this diary entry was sad but let's keep in mind that after every storm comes a beautiful rainbow.

Keep reading her diary to see how she combats her negative emotions.