Screw
It!
I’m
done with all these visitors. This last one was the final straw. Apparently I
wasn’t perfect enough for her. I love my life and my family, don’t get me
wrong. I just honestly believe I have it harder than the average person.
For
instance, my father is emotionally abusive towards me. He says he’s just trying
to get me over my fears. Even so, he still scares me to death. He calls me
stupid all the time. He seriously hates me. I think it’s just because he can’t
grow hair, his wife gives me more attention, and on top of all that he’d kill
for a coin. I remember once he practically stole from a museum to get rich.
That plan didn’t turn out too well.
My
mother on the other hand, is the complete opposite. Her personality is so kind.
I love it when she rubs my back and hums a sweet tune until I drift off to
sleep. I can trust her with all of my secrets. She just smiles. Sometimes she
calls me good. I know I’m kinda old for that, but it’s still nice to hear different
than father’s harsh words. Whenever father is mean and hurtful, she almost
always defends me. Although there are a few moments when both her and my father
either don’t believe me, or ignore me altogether. Those moments are the most
critical times.
Like
when my cousin came by for an unexpected visit. He has these… odd habits. He
stared at me all the time… just smiling at me. I couldn’t help but wonder if he
was either gay or just a creep. I will admit, I did my best to avoid him. But
there was a point of time where I was accidentally locked into a room with him.
I think it’d be best for your innocence, and whatever is left of mine, that I
don’t repeat what happened in that room. Eventually he left, smiling the entire
time. What a sick fuck!
And
like the time my mom came into the house with a nasty bite on her arm. I kept
on telling her that it looked infected, but she wouldn’t listen to me. No one
listens! Eventually she started to act weird. She became extremely aggressive
and mean. She practically bit my father’s face off. I became worried, so I
called up the doctor. He came to our house, seeing as my mother refused to
leave. He checked her out and said that there’s nothing to worry about. Man,
was he wrong. I swear she was rabid or something. If only she would have
listened in the first place.
But
the visitors is what gets to me. They must love terrorizing children, because
that’s all they do to me. I’m not sure if they mean to or if it’s just in their
nature. Even so, I don’t trust a single one of them. It all starts with a knock.
And my mother, bless her oblivious soul, just opens her home to them like it’s
no big deal. I know that if they travel further on, despite that it may take a
while, they’d hit a hotel or something. But no, they have to stop here! They
just prance in like they own the place and my parents, who are too caught up in
their own littler world, don’t even realize the consequences. So, like always,
having to be the buzz kill, I cut their stay short. Usually having to use
force. I don’t’ care if they hate me forever. It’s my home and my family and I’m
not going to let them intrude.
The
only person I would invite into my house would be my online friend. He’s a
genius. He answers every question I could possibly throw at him. Although he’s
usually in a bad mood and calls me mean names. But still, he helps me out.
Although, I’ve realized that I usually only talk to him when I need help. I
think he’s noticed as well, because lately he’s been responding with, “You’re
on your own kid.” That’s when I log off and panic. Some of those questions
needed to be answered.
Well,
now that I’m almost finished with this rant, I realized that I never really
spoke much of myself, but of the ones around me. Well, to sum myself up, I’m small,
have short hair, have bags under my eyes, and big ears. Even though my father
despises me, I’d jump in front of a bullet for him and my mother. I suppose…
…Eh?
Did…Did you hear that? I swear I just heard someone outside. Or my name is
Shligganhoffer… and it’s not. Oh well, let me finish up quickly, and I’ll check
it out later. So, like I was saying, I suppose I have the courage of a dog and--
KNOCK!
KNOCK! KNOCK!
…The
things I do for love…
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