Sept 30, 2018 6:36:47 GMT -6
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A HEART THAT NEEDS FIXING
JANUARY 09
A HEART THAT NEEDS FIXING
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...I...
[break][break]...I don't have much time right now. He's going to come for me again.
[break][break]There's no time for introductions if I were to really hurry, but I guess writing a name here isn't so bad. So... hello, whoever is reading this... pathetic entry. My name is Jason Flanagan, 17, and I can tell you one thing; this tale doesn't end in a good way. I'm writing this down in case... in case someone finds it.
[break][break]Which was probably impossible, because I don't go outdoors most of the time. All of the time.
[break][break]I wouldn't tell you about where I was born, who I was born to, where I came from, and what I am, because I know most of society is composed of humans and I know me and my family will be in grave danger if a human ever finds this. So... I'm keeping my identity a secret for now. You only know my name for now, since it's safest that way.
[break][break]...I want to write about what I'm feeling right now.
[break][break]I feel pained. Burned up. Tired. Sick of all of this. Day in and day out, it's always the same. He'll always come after me. Touch me, pleasure me, do things I don't even want being done to me. But he's stubborn that way. He's lustful, and arrogant, and full of himself, and he believes I love everything that he does to me.
[break][break]Truth is, I'm not enjoying it. Every single bit of it was pain. Torture. Both physically and mentally.
[break][break]You know the hardest part?
[break][break]The one who'd been raping me... the one who'd been destroying me everyday of my life... he was my brother.
[break][break]I used to look up to him, because he was so strong and so brave that he was considered one of the most coolest boys down the block and in his school. He once told me I could be like him. He once told me that... I'd become him someday. Brave, strong, and cool. Just the things I really wished I was once upon a time.
[break][break]But I don't want myself to be him anymore. Not after what he had done to me.
[break][break]But I still believe there's a good part of him. Somewhere in there... he's still kind. He's still the brother I looked up to. He's still... there. The real him is still there. Only hidden by the lusts and pride that he felt... I want... I want to see that side of him again.
[break][break]I'm writing this because... I want someone to at least help me... or help him. Help him let go of the person he is showing me right now. Help him see clearer like he did once. Help him... in everything.
[break][break]I... I just want him back again. My dear older brother. I want him back.
[break][break]It... It seems like it won't be soon, but... please... someone help him get back to his old self again... someone... anyone...
[break][break]...I... don't want him to hurt anymore... I want him back...
[break][break]...Please... anyone...
[break][break]The page is covered with wet stains and splotching some of the ink-written words, possibly tears.
...I...
[break][break]...I don't have much time right now. He's going to come for me again.
[break][break]There's no time for introductions if I were to really hurry, but I guess writing a name here isn't so bad. So... hello, whoever is reading this... pathetic entry. My name is Jason Flanagan, 17, and I can tell you one thing; this tale doesn't end in a good way. I'm writing this down in case... in case someone finds it.
[break][break]Which was probably impossible, because I don't go outdoors most of the time. All of the time.
[break][break]I wouldn't tell you about where I was born, who I was born to, where I came from, and what I am, because I know most of society is composed of humans and I know me and my family will be in grave danger if a human ever finds this. So... I'm keeping my identity a secret for now. You only know my name for now, since it's safest that way.
[break][break]...I want to write about what I'm feeling right now.
[break][break]I feel pained. Burned up. Tired. Sick of all of this. Day in and day out, it's always the same. He'll always come after me. Touch me, pleasure me, do things I don't even want being done to me. But he's stubborn that way. He's lustful, and arrogant, and full of himself, and he believes I love everything that he does to me.
[break][break]Truth is, I'm not enjoying it. Every single bit of it was pain. Torture. Both physically and mentally.
[break][break]You know the hardest part?
[break][break]The one who'd been raping me... the one who'd been destroying me everyday of my life... he was my brother.
[break][break]I used to look up to him, because he was so strong and so brave that he was considered one of the most coolest boys down the block and in his school. He once told me I could be like him. He once told me that... I'd become him someday. Brave, strong, and cool. Just the things I really wished I was once upon a time.
[break][break]But I don't want myself to be him anymore. Not after what he had done to me.
[break][break]But I still believe there's a good part of him. Somewhere in there... he's still kind. He's still the brother I looked up to. He's still... there. The real him is still there. Only hidden by the lusts and pride that he felt... I want... I want to see that side of him again.
[break][break]I'm writing this because... I want someone to at least help me... or help him. Help him let go of the person he is showing me right now. Help him see clearer like he did once. Help him... in everything.
[break][break]I... I just want him back again. My dear older brother. I want him back.
[break][break]It... It seems like it won't be soon, but... please... someone help him get back to his old self again... someone... anyone...
[break][break]...I... don't want him to hurt anymore... I want him back...
[break][break]...Please... anyone...
[break][break]The page is covered with wet stains and splotching some of the ink-written words, possibly tears.
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PHARAOH LEAP CREATES
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