A Christian Story

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A boy's perfect family goes through unending trauma.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - A Christian Story

Submitted: June 12, 2013

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Submitted: June 12, 2013



A Monday in 1995

Dear Diary,

My name is Christian. I am 13 years old. My parents got you because they felt i needed something to entertain me since we have no forms of technological entertainment. They have a land line phone, but its only for emergencies and that's it. Iv'e never actually seen it in person. They just tell me that it's in there. No real other technology except appliances. So iv'e also never seen this thing that people call Television in my life, but it doesn't stop them from telling me how much i'm missing out. 

I live in a nice little home way out in the country. I'd say it takes a least an hour to reach any form of significant civilization from here. A few houses sprinkled here and there ( which are mostly run down and empty) are our only real connection with the human race, except on Sundays. That's the only day that all of us go to town. It's only me, my mom and dad that live here, and our dog Shadow. My mom and dad are the only ones that are allowed to go out of the house on any days other than that of Sunday. They both go to work, but never at the same time.  Their is some sort of obsession they have about leaving me alone in the house. Shadow isn't good enough they say. I need to have constant adult supervision.

I know this sounds strict, but it isn't. I never feel like a prisoner or anything. I actually feel loved, and have for as long as  i can remember by both my parents. They have told me stories about families that stopped caring for their children at all, and none of them ever ended happily to say the least.

I'm going to try my best to write in you everyday, but my mom needs a lot of attention now. So i'm not sure if i'll be able to fufill that promise. Her mother and father both passed away in a vicious car accident a few weeks ago, and there was no open casket. My mom said she opened the casket once before anybody got there at both of the funerals, and couldn't even recognize them at all. She has been sobbing non stop for hours and hours everyday since.

The past few days she's been drinking a lot of funny smelling things. Once she starts drinking she tells me to go to bed. Says it makes her act weird. It's strange that she's starting to make me go to bed as early as 5 in the afternoon. That's why iv'e been writing in you because i'm not sleepy at all, but I suppose i'll stop for today  though because my dad comes to check on me about this time. I don't want him to see me writing in you and take you away. So good night and hopefully i'l write in you tomorrow diary.



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