February 17 Entry 2
The voices are no where to be found today, I have a moment of peace, no one to tell me what to do as I am locked in here. I can hear Brother yelling at my parents to let me out, I hear him tell them just because i have “Special” powers I am not to be punished. I laugh at that, he doesn’t know about the voices, about the wired things that happen when I am around. How i can knock on the wall and it knocks back. Brother loves me and I him but I believe my parents that I am a monster. I deserve the beatings and my dark dank closet. My parents love him and would never hurt him, unlike me they are ashamed of me, they hate me and I hate them. They need to die, they need to suffer like they make me suffer. Slow and painful. Let them starve, make father eat mother just to stay alive. Make him eat bugs as I do just to stay alive. Then when he is broken and has nothing to live for I can kill him. These are the thoughts I have all the time. This is not right, I am there son I should look up to father, I should come home to mothers baking and enjoy a nice slice of fish with my milk. I want a childhood not this room. I am suppose to love my mom and dad, I am suppose to be happy, but I do not and I am not. Now I hear them coming maybe i’ll get food tonight. Yeah right, I can dream. Probably just time for a bath and another beating till next time journal.
DO NOT WORRY GRYXXIS, ME AND YOUR FRIEND THAT KNOCKS WONT LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO YOU, EVEN IF IT INVOLVES KILLING EVERYONE. EVEN IF YOUR PARENTS DO NOT LOVE YOU WE DO.