Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Chapter 7
There is no God. If there was how could he make me suffer like this. My emotions have begun to hardened. My brothers even enjoy beating me up now. Mother chocked me and when I kicked her to get free she told me I damaged the baby. I felt so bad. Kevin was such a cute child. I loved him and he brought warmth into my heart. I knew one day however that he would treat me just like my other brothers. I started acting out to show I didn't care anymore. When I acted out in the store Mother put me in the gas chamber for an hour. I went back to being my wimpy self. Father and Mother started fighting more and more to the point that Father finally moved out of the house. I can't believe he didn't take me with him. Where is my hero? I knew my days of living were at an end. May my soul rest in peace. Amen.
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The Boy seems different lately. He seems dead inside. He usually looks very angry and I know he mutters things under his breathe when I walk by sometimes, but lately he has seemed to have given up and maybe he'll be good enough to be treated like a normal kid again. I remember when The Boy was a normal kid.. I don't really know what happened that made him so bad, but mother says he shouldn't be treated like a person anymore. He is dirt. I hate him. Mother tells me I should hate him and for some reason, I just do.
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