Keith

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Dear diary,                                                                                                                                                         12/02/15

Most people would be confused on to why i hate Keith,i mean if you meet him for the first time he would seem nice but...as before not everything is what it seems,we all have something hidden within us.He would usually leave me alone in the apartment to go to "work".Does he really think im that stupid...my grandmother always knew i would find out about something one way or another even if you think i wouldnt.She used to joke about me having demons or spirits telling me where to look for the little details to piece them together into finding the truth.

Yet again i was always aware what was happening around me...from someone looking at me to something not feeling right.

Keith's phone always had notifications from text messages from his friends.I noticed they were only being sent tuesday-thursday.I always went through my parents dresser,sure it was never the best decision but i did it because my things would go missing for no reason and they would always end up in one of their drawers.So i did just that...i went through Keith's drawer which is what i meant if he thought i was stupid because i found his work schedule.

It said 

WORK DAYS-

MONDAY:8-9pm

TUESDAY:none

WEDNESDAY:none

THURSDAY:none

FRIDAY:8-7pm

He always said he worked all week from 8-2pm,looks like i was right to not trust him.My brother was also never home until 7 pm after school because he was at a daycare.youre probably wondering "well why arent you in  a day care?" 

because it was "easier" according to my mom,that it helped Keith from taking care of two kids,honestly i feel like she didnt want to pay extra to the daycare to take care of two kids...i mean i can care for myself and learned basic household things.

I never told my mother where Keith was actually at when i was at home alone.I always said he was there...she never knew since he always got home in time to make it seem like he was there the whole time.

I started forgetting about the dream i had when we moved in but it started to paranoi me again since i feel like its connected to whats been happening lately.

Tomorrow's another day.

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