You did this to me

"𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤"

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November 21, 20xx

' ᗪᗴᗩᖇ ᒍOᑌᖇᑎᗩᒪ '
A small ballpoint blue pen began to write in a red notebook. A journal, that was placed ever so tenderly on a black slightly scratched up desk. The pen lifted up and tapped against a pale cheek. It went in a pattern, 'one and two. One and two.' the tapping just hit the bottom of his jaw as author of his newly bought journal  began to pondered about what to write.
Everything that came to mind, didn't seem perfect. It wasn't perfect enough to fill the first page. As a sigh slipped out, he ended up throwing the pen on the desk and shutting the journal. 'I'll write later..' the male thought as he stood up with a small crack being heard as his back was up straight and not slouching ever so uncomfortably. The author looked over to the door, and eyed it down like a wolf eyes fresh meat. He sighed and decided to walk out, possibly for a snack or for something to cure his boredom.
"RICHARD!" A women's voice could be heard, it was sweet yet stern. Richard quickly ran down the stairs and held the railing at the end as he swirled a bit and almost knocked to the wooden railing. Luckily he caught himself on time and put a hand out in front to protect himself. The woman was in the kitchen, a marble island holding the groceries. A child by the women's side as the hand was clenching they bottom of her skirt, tugging anytime the small creature felt like it. Richard walked over and smiled at the child waving, "hey Alice" he spoked ever so sweetly at his younger sister. The women smiled warmly at Richard and looked down at the groceries, "your father and I have to work late again. You're in charge since Haley is busy with school. Make sure Alice and Luke take a shower." She said softly her smile never falling away. Richard just nodded and smiled at her, "yes ma'am!" he responded with a chuckle at the end.
The mom smiled and nodded, "frozen pizza and wings. Easy to cook since I don't want you burning down the kitchen." The mom said and eyed her son down knowing he would do it on purpose any chance he could. Richard nodded and gently grabbed Alice picking her up, a hand under her legs the other on her back. "Okay okay, I get it mom jeez." The male muttered with a small eye roll.

The woman smiled warmly and bent over kissing the side of his head. "Thank you sweetie, I'll be going then. Luke is hiding since he knows he needs a bath. Good luck" she chuckled as the purse from the countertop seemed to magically appear in her hands as she turned and began to walk; her high heels clicking against the wooden floor and echoed through the halls. Richard scuffed and mocked her tone before looking at the girl in his hands. "Alright, let's find your brother and cook pizza. Mind helping?" He said simply, the small girl climbed out of his grasp and quickly took off to help. Richard just laughed and quickly followed after her. "You aren't going to hide with him right!?" He shouted as he saw Alice was up the stairs alright trying to hide away from her older brother.

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November 22, 20xx

"Dear Journal"
Richard's eyes stared at the creamy white page as the pen clicked. An index finger wrapped around the blue pen, thumb pressing the top to close and open the pen. The words from yesterday still staining the paper. The windows was closed and only showed blackness with some stars viewable. Richard was at his desk again with the lamp on to see the journal. The alarm clock on his bed side table red, '2:45 A.M', a perfect time to try and start a journal he planed doing yesterday.
The raven haired male just eyed the two words he had written as if staring at it would make more words magically appear. The daggers from his eyes seemed to be thrown at the paper, or at least he hoped it did. Richard sighed and leaned against the black computer chair that gave his back and bottom some cushioning. He brought a pen to the paper, the other pale hand holding the cover flap down as his right hand skipped a line and began to write whatever came to mind in his slightly sloppy handwriting.

' IT'ᔕ ᗰᗴ, ᖇIᑕᕼIᗴ. Oᖇ Tᖇᗩᔕᕼ ᗰOᑌTᕼ. TᖇᗩᔕᕼᗰOᑌTᕼ ᗩᑕTᑌᗩᒪᒪY, ᔕO ᒪᗴT'ᔕ ᒍᑌᔕT ᔕTIᑕK ᗯITᕼ TᕼᗩT. ᒪᗴT'ᔕ TᖇY TᕼIᔕ ᗩᘜᗩIᑎ Tᕼᗴᑎ- ᖇOᑌᑎᗪ 2

  ᗪᗴᗩᖇ ᒍOᑌᖇᑎᗩᒪ,
I ᘜOT YOᑌ YᗴᔕTᗴᖇᗪᗩY, ᗷᑌT ᗪIᗪᑎ'T KᑎOᗯ ᗯᕼᗩT TO ᗯᖇITᗴ ᔕO ᕼᗴᖇᗴ'ᔕ ᗰY ᗩTTᗴᗰᑭT Oᑎ TᖇYIᑎᘜ TO ᗯᖇITᗴ Iᑎ YOᑌ. I ᗪᗴᑕIᗪᗴᗪ ᘜᗴTTIᑎᘜ ᗩ ᒍOᑌᖇᑎᗩᒪ Iᔕ ᑕOOᒪᗴᖇ Tᕼᗩᑎ ᗩ ᗪIᗩᖇY ᗩᑎᗪ ᗯᖇITTIᑎᘜ ᕼOᗯ I ᖴᗴᗴᒪ Iᔕ ᘜOOᗪ Oᖇ ᔕOᗰᗴTᕼIᑎᘜ. ᗩᑎYᗯᗩYᔕ, Iᒪᒪ ᗷᗴ ᑌᔕIᑎᘜ YOᑌ ᗰOᖇᗴ OᖴTᗴᑎ ᗷᗩᗷY. '

'Baby- did I just call a book baby?' Richard thought as he shakes his head with a sigh. He decided to end the journal right there. The male stood and shut the book as he stood from the chair letting it swerve a bit. Once Richard flopped onto the bed it took less than ten seconds for him to pass out.

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