my old bed had flower printed sheets on them. i hated them because my mom bought them for me before she left us. she didn't leave us like, for everrrr. no no no. she came back. three and a quarter years later. when i was drunk, puking my guts out on the driveway.
she pulled up, saw me, and went right into the house like everything was normal. and she was coming back from work like usual.
my brother hated her just like i did. but my dad forgave her. i don't know why. must have done something pretty shitty to forgive her for leaving us.
that day, i never went back into the house. i ran until i couldn't breathe anymore and hid until they called the cops on me, to find me.
i was at the park, hanging at the monkey bars, with my belt tied around my neck.
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Memoir Of An Insane
Short StoryKayla is the definition of messed up. After the traumatic events in her life, she is admitted in a mental facility, where she begins writing a diary. There, she writes down her thoughts, emotions and life. ;contains diary entries, texts, events, p...
