The Dark Abyss

August 1, 1998

It's been a month since the storm Hit our town, the town hall is still in ruin, pEople in the sheLter have recovered and the town has been rebuilt. But, it still seems as though none have recovered from the storm.

The day of the storm,

this was the morning of a new day, the sunlight was filled with joy, yet it is to cover the horrific night that is to take place on this broken land. It was the day of HopE and Luck as to say it was the day that this town was found by Arthur Yoghan, it was only ironic that something such as the storm would occur on a day such as this.

The day was joyous Promising itself to be sometHing that makes this town happiEr from its aLready Pitiful state of being, it was sunny, the streets were full of people with faces of joy as if everything was amazing, the food stalls were open even tHough the fEstivaL was at night, the Place I found myself to be was at the park near the graveyard witH my Uncle Jerry, who onLy ever comes to our town every holiday, he was the one Person who I Hated more than anyonE in this world, for what he did.

Uncle Jerry was my father's brother, he was one of the closest People to our family that I can recall, except for the Wellstones, tHem, in particular, are close Even though they are not in relation to our family bloodline, as it was we did not have as many close uncles, cousins or any tyPe of aunts, it was due to our family being conserved througH the agEs, that is the most peculiarLy special thing about our family.

Uncle Jerry, though being the brother of my father, he was not in particularly close relationship with him, my father and my uncle would often get into violent arguments, this was not in relation to something that happened in the past to make them despise each other, as I was told by my mother, this feud between the two has been happening for quite a while, it started ever since the two were at ages, where they could properly speak. It was not odd for me because my grandfather was a war veteran and there was at most times only my grandmother to provide and nurture, my grandfather as such fought in the great WW2 to which he survived to tell the tales of his adventures of 'killing nazis' as he put it, to me when I was young. I still remember the times where my grandfather used to set up a camp in his backyard and create a campfire, though I'm pretty sure it was illegal or completely insane to set fire in his backyard, he used to tell me how my father and uncle were when they were young after telling me all the adventures he went through for at least an hour under the star-spangled sky with embers coming out of the campfire as it slowly stops burning.

My grandfather as I recall to my utmost ability told me about how my grandmother and him used to fight all the time, this in which he thought it was the good times and the only time that he ever got to talk to her, turns out my grandfather did not get weeks rest when he came back from the war, he used to work in a soda factory which was in general as he put it, 'the worst job he had ever taken', though I did not ask why, he had some particular reasons, at least I am sure he had some back in the day. Anyways, the frequent amounts of times he would leave to work got him into constant arguments with my grandmother often leading her to breakdown and cry, my grandfather though he did not do anything wrong as such, the amount of pressure put on my grandmother was enough to blame him for everything. It would seem to be her fault for starting these arguments that would lead to a somewhat unhappy and miserable childhood for my father and uncle, but in all my reasoning and honesty that I could muster up, I think it was both of their faults for creating this environment for each other and their children.

Then, it was no particular surprise that my father and uncle would grow this decrepit relationship similar to my grandparents. This in which leads to my deep hatred of my Uncle Jerry.

My Uncle was like none that I ever knew or I would ever talk to in my years, he was a complete and utter drunk, whenever I get to see his face, he would always when in close distance give off a stench in particular that I cannot describe, due to it being so strong in smell. This smell, in particular, was different and it was almost like when you use large amounts of perfume in a particular area, this stench of my uncle was enough for my parents to not invite him because of my presence. But, even with all these alarming and uncharming features of his that did not make me hate him then, his greatest feat made me hate him to the depths of hell.

The day that my uncle attempts to steal the money from our safe,

This diary so far has been giving me a place to write my feelings and my true self, though I don't quite understand the reason, ever since I was writing in this book, I felt more relieved and these emotions are somewhat non-existent for me, this was especially unique. But as it were may I have told none about this deep dark secret to anyone, though it was a crime and my parents truly deserve to know this, but it was weird, I was somewhat intrigued by this event and not threatened as I should have been at the time, I felt as though all these secrets and reasons as you may are so intriguing that I could not let myself tell this to anyone. It was this when I found my new secret compassion, secrets and mystery and its ambiguity, it was like a treasure that only I could want in my family.

This event that I inescapably call it, happened when I was still at the age of 15, by the way for future references I am 18 years of age at this current state of the fourth dimension, though it was 6 years ago, I remember it clearly, as you thought I was gonna say...

Sorry, I was just trying to break the stereotypical of everybody in my old school saying "I remember everything 8 years ago like it was yesterday", which is still to date impossible in theory, like how can't somebody remember Mrs.anderson's history homework that was given yesterday and remember something 8 years ago, it is, in theory, impossible if you can't remember something that is yesterday.

This is in part not to this topic and to a long list of jokes that I have yet to attempt on people, as this is not really a suitable time because of the recent and unusual 'incidents' as I call them to be, but the town does require better days to recover from these 'incidents'.