My name is Bradley Keaton. I'm fifteen years old and I'm a sophomore in high school.
School's already a pain in the ass as it is, but my afflictions are what makes it a literal hell. I'm not even sure what I have, but I know something's wrong. I know I'm not normal. I haven't talked to my therapist much about my issues. We've only talked about past trauma I've had. Never touched disorders or anything. I go back tomorrow.
Days have been strange. People would call me by different names and I'd find writings or drawings in my notebook that I don't remember ever writing or drawing. But I know no one else wrote or drew them. I always make sure no one, and I mean NO ONE, puts a finger on my notebook. It's very personal to me. I don't like jumping to conclusions.
In other news, I can't stand the people at school. The popular kids are like wannabe gangsters. They act tough, listen to the trashiest music I've ever heard, they have humongous superiority complexes, and they all have girlfriends, while I'm alone. I'm surprised none of them beat the shit outta me yet. I still have two years of high school left, so it's not too late.
I'm a fairly normal looking kid. Scrawny, short brown hair, green eyes and I'm 5 foot 11 and a half. The only sport I'm involved with in school is wrestling, though I'm not the greatest at it. I play football at home with my brother though.
I don't find myself interesting. I'm pretty boring if you ask me.
My name is Bradley Keaton. I'm fifteen years old and I'm a sophomore in high school.
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Afflicted
General FictionStylized as one huge diary entry, Afflicted follows the life of a disturbed schoolboy, starting on November 7th, 2019. The reader will get detailed explanations to better understand his way of life, his developing mental state, what school is like f...
