07-03
Dear Journal,
It's been a while since I've seen Father, sometimes I wonder how he's doing. I'm trying to make sure his condition doesn't get worse. It's so hard to take care of him sometimes. It doesn't help that he was hospitalized when I was five and I've had to take care of him for so long. Mother left a year afterwards so I started stealing. I had to work two jobs as soon as I was old enough just to keep him in the hospital and cared for as well as have enough money to eat myself. Making minimum wage never cut it. It wasn't sufficient enough so I started sneaking things at work. I got caught and lost my job so no one would hire me.
I've had my fair share of encounters with police and the like, I guess I'm lucky that I can outrun them most of the time. Well, on occasion I have been shut at. I have also been cuffed and jailed several times. That's where friends like Mannel come in handy, I've known him since I was a child. He was my boyfriend when I was young, but now he's more like a brother. A sibling I never had, unless you count the sister that would be three years younger than me. She was murdered late one night. I really think my Mother killed her, but I have no substantial evidence and it happened before she left. When I was four years old if you want to be accurate.
Until I was seven or eight I used to pretend she was still alive, my Father worried about me because I would imagine what she would be like. Cheerful and hyper, able to get on my nerves at times. I talked to her for the longest time until others made me realize that I needed to let it go. We even fought... I do miss her something terrible. Mannel was the only one who ever accepted it as fact that she was dead and I needed something to cling to, especially with my father becoming ill and then my mother leaving. I didn't have anyone except her and of course, Manny.
I think that was a reason we both got along so well, we were both screwed up in our own ways... Me and my clinging to the dead. Is it my fault that I felt like I could actually talk to the dead. Some people thought I was insane, others just thought it was a sixth sense. I still do hear her talking to me and I try to ignore it. People would think I was rather screwed up if they ever found out, not that they don't already. He was messed up in the sense that he wanted to be a vampire, in the worst way. He sharpened his canines until they were points and he used to bite my neck so that he could suck my blood. I let him, it was his own thing and for some reason it was hard to push him away. I became so used to it and my lifestyle that it wasn't abnormal in the least.
I used to laugh the way he hissed when someone brought a cross or garlic near him. I used to tease him about the fact that one day I would stake him and he growled at me and then grinned. After we got to the age where we dated he told me I couldn't live with him being staked, I needed his body. I begged to differ, I never really found him appealing to me as a boyfriend. He was just the only guy who ever paid any mind to me at the time. To everyone else I was a thief or someone who talked to the dead. I wasn't normal enough for them and neither was he.
After a while Manny was put in an insane asylum by his parents, they didn't know what to do with him. I go to visit him once in a while, he's still my friend no matter how peculiar and estranged he is. He's convinced that the sun will kill him now... I don't know what they've don to him, but I want to get him out of there. He needs someone to be there for him... Manny said he was born to walk alone, he's going to be immortal and have to live his life never having had any friends for long enough to count. He said I'm the only one he thinks he ever will keep... And he's attempted to turn me into a vampire as well with all his beliefs and everything.
He needs a reality check, but I don't quite know how to give one to him...
-Kaspar
Dear Journal,
It's been a while since I've seen Father, sometimes I wonder how he's doing. I'm trying to make sure his condition doesn't get worse. It's so hard to take care of him sometimes. It doesn't help that he was hospitalized when I was five and I've had to take care of him for so long. Mother left a year afterwards so I started stealing. I had to work two jobs as soon as I was old enough just to keep him in the hospital and cared for as well as have enough money to eat myself. Making minimum wage never cut it. It wasn't sufficient enough so I started sneaking things at work. I got caught and lost my job so no one would hire me.
I've had my fair share of encounters with police and the like, I guess I'm lucky that I can outrun them most of the time. Well, on occasion I have been shut at. I have also been cuffed and jailed several times. That's where friends like Mannel come in handy, I've known him since I was a child. He was my boyfriend when I was young, but now he's more like a brother. A sibling I never had, unless you count the sister that would be three years younger than me. She was murdered late one night. I really think my Mother killed her, but I have no substantial evidence and it happened before she left. When I was four years old if you want to be accurate.
Until I was seven or eight I used to pretend she was still alive, my Father worried about me because I would imagine what she would be like. Cheerful and hyper, able to get on my nerves at times. I talked to her for the longest time until others made me realize that I needed to let it go. We even fought... I do miss her something terrible. Mannel was the only one who ever accepted it as fact that she was dead and I needed something to cling to, especially with my father becoming ill and then my mother leaving. I didn't have anyone except her and of course, Manny.
I think that was a reason we both got along so well, we were both screwed up in our own ways... Me and my clinging to the dead. Is it my fault that I felt like I could actually talk to the dead. Some people thought I was insane, others just thought it was a sixth sense. I still do hear her talking to me and I try to ignore it. People would think I was rather screwed up if they ever found out, not that they don't already. He was messed up in the sense that he wanted to be a vampire, in the worst way. He sharpened his canines until they were points and he used to bite my neck so that he could suck my blood. I let him, it was his own thing and for some reason it was hard to push him away. I became so used to it and my lifestyle that it wasn't abnormal in the least.
I used to laugh the way he hissed when someone brought a cross or garlic near him. I used to tease him about the fact that one day I would stake him and he growled at me and then grinned. After we got to the age where we dated he told me I couldn't live with him being staked, I needed his body. I begged to differ, I never really found him appealing to me as a boyfriend. He was just the only guy who ever paid any mind to me at the time. To everyone else I was a thief or someone who talked to the dead. I wasn't normal enough for them and neither was he.
After a while Manny was put in an insane asylum by his parents, they didn't know what to do with him. I go to visit him once in a while, he's still my friend no matter how peculiar and estranged he is. He's convinced that the sun will kill him now... I don't know what they've don to him, but I want to get him out of there. He needs someone to be there for him... Manny said he was born to walk alone, he's going to be immortal and have to live his life never having had any friends for long enough to count. He said I'm the only one he thinks he ever will keep... And he's attempted to turn me into a vampire as well with all his beliefs and everything.
He needs a reality check, but I don't quite know how to give one to him...
-Kaspar