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Diary entry update.

It was a nice Sunday day. I was playing online on my ps3 with several friends from school. With my internal IGCSE exams just over, having the freedom to play something, or even, to do something not related with physics, maths or geography, felt great. My parents didn’t allow me play videogames when I was so close to my exams, and everytime they picked me up from school, being asked ‘’How did it go’’ or ‘’Do you think you did good’’ felt as if I was interrogated by the FBI, the only thing that was missing was the trademark dark, small room and the one dangling lamp. All the sudden, my mom called me, said that there was something important to tell me. I exited my game, put on my slippers and came to the dinning room. My parents were both sitting on the table, close to each other and asked me sit down. I sat down With me looking at them, that both looked at each other, as if wondering what to say or asking the other to say it. My father turned around and said. ‘’Marvin… Vincent’s mother just called me. He… is dead, and.. uh… you’re invited to his funeral on Monday.’’ My jaw dropped. Vincent was dead. My best friend was dead.

Diary update Today was Vincents funeral I dressed myself with the suit I had to wear on my uncles wedding. Before we reached the graveyard, I had to force my stepfather to stop the care. I couldn’t handle the feeling of sadness in my stomach, so I puked on the side of the road. There were a lot of people there, but none of them were people I knew, well, besides Vincents mother and father. I was the only kid there, there rest were, presumambly, family members and friends. Before we left, Vincents mother stopped us, said that she wanted to have a small chat with me. My parents said that they would wait for me in the car and said the goodbyes to Vincents mother. ‘’You both were such good friends, almost look brothers.’’ As the tears started flowing from her eyes, she handed me a package. ‘’ Vincent… said that it was something special… before he killed himself… for you… ‘’ I thanked her for the package and he replied with a hug before leaving. I was shocked like as if suddenly punched in the face. My parents simply said he died. They didn’t say he commited suicide. Why did he leave this package for me? Diary update When we got home I took of that stupid suit and started opening the package. In it was a tiny black booklet. About 7 pages the covered read ‘’ 7 sins that will insure your passage to hell, share for redemption’’. Wow. I opened it and started reading. LUST GLUTTONY GREED SLOTH WRATH ENVY PRIDE What the hell, there is only a word on each page.

Diary Update

The entire school day was normal, but I felt this urge inside me. I felt this urge, to kiss, to, spend time with this girl in my class. I’ve always had a crush on her, but, now, I just want to be with her more than ever. To be in her presence, to talk to her more, to do something with her, to share life, to just simply spend time with her. I dunno whats wrong with me, guess I’m just lonely.

Diary update I woke up in the middle of night, my stomach felt as if it was shrinking, wilting. It felt as if was it was about rip in half from wilting. I hurried to the kitchen opened the fridge, and literarily, I mean fucking literarily, ate all the food inside, even the raw stake and eggs. What the hell is going on with me?

Diary Update.

Today I did the most digusting thing I have ever done. In school every lunchtime, we can use the several classrooms, which are used for detentions and exams, to sit down and revise. I was in the classroom of my maths teacher, Miss Hannah, who was by the way, the kindest teacher in the entire school. While I was reading my history book about the Cuban Missile crisis for the test tomorrow, I remembered, that Miss Hannah always kept a charity box for the poor children in Africa on her desk. It came back. One of those urges came back. I waited until she left, and left with her in order to simulate my innocence. When she was out of sight, I ran in, shoved the small box in my bag, and ran out. I am disgusted of myself. That money probably took ages to collect, and I took it.

Update. I didn’t do the test. I was sleepy. Couldn’t lift my head. Had to call my parents. Couldn’t walk. This thing is cursed. Diary Update

Another one of those urges came. After my footy club a kid trash talked me, said I sucked and that I had better chance of winning with the little kids. He thinks he is better than me. That little shit. He’s not. Diary update I don’t know what got to me. I had footy today, that same kid thrashed talked me again. I could keep my cool yesterday but, today it got out of hand. In the changing room, I beat him up. While he was changing his T- Shirt, I grabbed him by the hair and started slamming his head on the wall. Then, I threw him on the ground and started to stomp him like a crazy bull. Two teachers were required to separate me from the kid. Diary Update His parents said that they wanted to have a chat with my parents and me. The kid was in a hospital. Apparently I managed to fracture his skull, brake half if his teeth, ribs and jaw. We had to meet in their house, because they stated that they feel more secure in their own premises rather than in the living space of the parents who’s chilled managed to brutalize their kid. This kids father had that TOUGH attitude, like, you know, the kind of attitude used by those movie  actors, where their child is kidnapped and they act like total badasses. The mother on, the other hand was annoying, so annoying that I felt that I could kill her and my parents would do nothing about it. See said the generic things a caring mother would say, like You hurt my child, how dare you Your child is cruel, you people are animals. Blah blah blah blah dare blah blah blah blah I finally had enough, I got up and told her. Yeah I beat up your little faggot. Deal with it.

Diary Update I just realized what I did, didn’t know I did it before, it wasn’t me. It was my body, my voice, but it wasn’t me! My parents can’t recognize me anymore. I can’t live with myself after what I did. They found the box, told Miss Hannah; everybody thinks I’m a thief, a slob, an animal. It is that booklet. It’s that booklets fault!! Diary Update Tried to burn it, cut it, rip it, nothing work. I can get rid of but, then somebody else with probably find it. Worst of all, I will got to hell, unless I share it. Diary Update Now I get it! He gave it to me because he knew I would certainly read it. He knew I was dumb enough to open it and read. He killed himself because he didn’t have the balls to swallow the truth that he was going to doom his BEST FRIEND!! Vincent I hope you rot in hell. Diary Update. I can’t stand the guilt, the fact that I will eventually die just to go to hell. Diary Update. I finally swallowed the truth. I have two options. 1 Doom a person but save myself 2 Or Doom myself and save a person

Doom a person Diary Update I dressed myself had breakfast, went to school. Everybody looks at me with disgust, as if I am not something human. My former friends hate me, my teachers hate me. I can bare it. I can manage, I will move on and meet new people, new people which will consider me as friend, while I will die from the memory of the rest. I sneaked in miss Hannah’s classroom and slipped the booklet in the charity box, wrapped in the package labelled FOR MISS HANNAH, MADE BY THE CHILDERN YOU SAVED FROM HUNGER AND MISERY!!! Hearts hearts hearts. She is bound to read it. I know she will.

2 Doom Myself. I can’t allow this to happen. I know I am going to hell no matter what I do, the only thing I can do now is to prevent anybody else from following, my fate, to prevent charity boxes from being stolen and kids being beaten up. To prevent the devil from taking more souls. I used my savings for college to buy a rope from the department store and picked up a few heavy rocks around my neighbourhood. It was the 3 am, left a goodbye note for my parents and an apology note Miss Hannah, the parents and the beaten kid. I stole my stepdads boat keys, reached the harbour, drove far, far away. I crumbled the booklet in the smallest sphere I could make and I gobbled it up. I tied the bag of rocks with the rope to my legs. Hopefully nobody will find the note. I put one rock on the still running boat, currently speeding so that nobody will find me. I know I will burn, but I will save other people. Goodbye.