Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-44044902-20191223012817/@comment-44044902-20200121224543

Eep, I kind of forgot about this (sorry!), so I tried to write as quick as possible. Then, schoolwork got in the way, and... you get it. But here's Chapter 3!

Chapter 3

For someone who knows everything about everyone, I am much more secretive than I let on. Especially about my life at home. But I have to document it somewhere, don’t I?

Imagine: a dad who barely talks to you, a mom who everyone calls crazy, and no real friends to talk to. Congratulations! You’ve stepped into my bitter life!

My dad’s barely at home—off doing some stuff for the Council or something. And when he is, he ignores me most of the time now. I remember when he asked me to go on a trip with him once when I was a toddler. Looking back, I don’t remember anything about what happened, but I remember the emotion. The emotion of feeling worthy for once. Oh, and black. Lots and lots of black.

Speaking about emotion, people love to play with my feelings about my mom. Those suckers think they can get to me, and they can. I just tuck it away. It’s not like anyone’s going to notice. But one day, things changed with my mother. One second, she was feeling fine, and the next, she lunged across the room, ready to strangle me. Mood swings are frequent for her, but she never resorted to violence. This was right after that Princess Prettypants manifested as a stupid vanisher. Everything was going so great until she manifested. The subconscious part of my mind says that it’s not her fault whatsoever, but I didn’t care. It’s not like she ever saw me broken and vulnerable at my worst times.

Back to the flashback, I was pinned against the wall while she screamed and yelled all of these hurtful things. I thrashed, kicked, did anything really, but it was no use. Only when she was ready to collapse from exhaustion did she let go. I tried to ignore her as much as possible ever since. Not for my sake, but for hers.