Post by `emz0, bby. on Jun 30, 2007 13:09:21 GMT -5
i know this is kinda short. i changed the font sized and it messed me up. 
It was so strange being home by myself. My father was always downstairs, doing something while being drunk off his ass. But now I could at least go downstairs without being harassed. Four o’clock on a Monday during the summer and I have nothing to do. Reminds me of when I was younger. I flopped down onto my bed and turned on the TV. Nothing on. Why don’t we watch Life On The Murder Scene? No matter how many times I watch it I never get tired of it. And it took up two hours. Six o’clock. What should I have for dinner? I went downstairs and went through the fridge. Not a thing to eat. Maybe I should just go to sleep. The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick, you're never gonna fit in much, kid but if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did Aiden’s calling me. “What’s up?” “I know we just saw him earlier, but Dad isn’t doing very well. I don’t know if you wanna go back to the hospital, but Mom is, and if you go I’ll go.” “I guess I’ll go. I have been bored and I’ll get to hang with you.” “Okay. I’ll tell her and she’ll pick you up. See you soon.” “Bye.” He looked fine earlier. But then again, looks can be fairly deceiving. I fixed my eyeliner, and I headed downstairs to wait. As I sat on the couch I noticed something. I went and picked it up. It was a phone number. My mother’s phone number. He must have called my mother before he did what he did. That’s how she knew to come out here. It doesn’t matter now. I sat back down. I really wanna know why he did it. It seemed like the only thing wrong with his life was me. I never really got my father. He seemed really simple, but he wasn’t. He’s really complex. I never know what’ll tick him off. Aiden walked in the door. “You ready?” “I guess.” We walked out the door and I saw my mother looking pretty pissed off in the driver’s seat. I was glad. It was pretty much silent the whole ride there. The only noise was Farrah talking to herself. She’s such a weird kid. We got here and my mother hurried up to the room, but me and Aiden took our time. When I walked in the room, I knew my father wasn’t doing good. I could see it. He wasn’t moving much, and he looked horrible. I was happy that he was in pain, because he put me through so much of it. I felt no feeling of remorse for him. I sat down in the chair I had sat in before, and Aiden sat in the chair he had. The room was filled with the sound of my mother’s weeping, and it made me sort of happy. She put me through so much, now and by leaving, and now she’s getting it back. I listened to the heart monitor’s beeping slow, and I knew what was going to happen, if not now, soon enough. Aiden knew it too, because he looked over at me with a look on his face that said ‘There isn’t much time left for him’. And at that moment, my father flatlined. My mother’s weeping turned into huge sobs, and suddenly, and shockingly, I started crying. I don’t know why, but I cried. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t even sad. I know it’s a horrible thing to say, but it’s the truth. Aiden walked over to me and hugged me. I’m so glad I have a brother like him. I heard Farrah crying too. Why, I don’t know. I walked out of the room with Aiden following me and I heard my mother say to me, “You don’t even care you little skank.” We just kept on going. I composed myself once we got outside. “He got what he deserved. He deserved nothing more than that.” “Brit, don’t be so harsh. I know he was bad, but it doesn’t matter now.” “Are you really gonna go down and get your stuff and leave me here?” “It’ll only be for a few days. I swear.” I called Rachel and told her, and she didn’t seem too sad. I knew she wouldn’t. After a little while we left. I laid down on my bed. This is going to be so weird. My father isn’t going to be here anymore. Ever. I got a text message from Gerard. “Frankie misses youu. =P” That made me smile. It’s so funny how he loves to talk about Frank. “I miss him too. =P” I’m really happy that I have the friends I do now.
tell me about any typos and how much it sucked.
It was so strange being home by myself. My father was always downstairs, doing something while being drunk off his ass. But now I could at least go downstairs without being harassed. Four o’clock on a Monday during the summer and I have nothing to do. Reminds me of when I was younger. I flopped down onto my bed and turned on the TV. Nothing on. Why don’t we watch Life On The Murder Scene? No matter how many times I watch it I never get tired of it. And it took up two hours. Six o’clock. What should I have for dinner? I went downstairs and went through the fridge. Not a thing to eat. Maybe I should just go to sleep. The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick, you're never gonna fit in much, kid but if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did Aiden’s calling me. “What’s up?” “I know we just saw him earlier, but Dad isn’t doing very well. I don’t know if you wanna go back to the hospital, but Mom is, and if you go I’ll go.” “I guess I’ll go. I have been bored and I’ll get to hang with you.” “Okay. I’ll tell her and she’ll pick you up. See you soon.” “Bye.” He looked fine earlier. But then again, looks can be fairly deceiving. I fixed my eyeliner, and I headed downstairs to wait. As I sat on the couch I noticed something. I went and picked it up. It was a phone number. My mother’s phone number. He must have called my mother before he did what he did. That’s how she knew to come out here. It doesn’t matter now. I sat back down. I really wanna know why he did it. It seemed like the only thing wrong with his life was me. I never really got my father. He seemed really simple, but he wasn’t. He’s really complex. I never know what’ll tick him off. Aiden walked in the door. “You ready?” “I guess.” We walked out the door and I saw my mother looking pretty pissed off in the driver’s seat. I was glad. It was pretty much silent the whole ride there. The only noise was Farrah talking to herself. She’s such a weird kid. We got here and my mother hurried up to the room, but me and Aiden took our time. When I walked in the room, I knew my father wasn’t doing good. I could see it. He wasn’t moving much, and he looked horrible. I was happy that he was in pain, because he put me through so much of it. I felt no feeling of remorse for him. I sat down in the chair I had sat in before, and Aiden sat in the chair he had. The room was filled with the sound of my mother’s weeping, and it made me sort of happy. She put me through so much, now and by leaving, and now she’s getting it back. I listened to the heart monitor’s beeping slow, and I knew what was going to happen, if not now, soon enough. Aiden knew it too, because he looked over at me with a look on his face that said ‘There isn’t much time left for him’. And at that moment, my father flatlined. My mother’s weeping turned into huge sobs, and suddenly, and shockingly, I started crying. I don’t know why, but I cried. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t even sad. I know it’s a horrible thing to say, but it’s the truth. Aiden walked over to me and hugged me. I’m so glad I have a brother like him. I heard Farrah crying too. Why, I don’t know. I walked out of the room with Aiden following me and I heard my mother say to me, “You don’t even care you little skank.” We just kept on going. I composed myself once we got outside. “He got what he deserved. He deserved nothing more than that.” “Brit, don’t be so harsh. I know he was bad, but it doesn’t matter now.” “Are you really gonna go down and get your stuff and leave me here?” “It’ll only be for a few days. I swear.” I called Rachel and told her, and she didn’t seem too sad. I knew she wouldn’t. After a little while we left. I laid down on my bed. This is going to be so weird. My father isn’t going to be here anymore. Ever. I got a text message from Gerard. “Frankie misses youu. =P” That made me smile. It’s so funny how he loves to talk about Frank. “I miss him too. =P” I’m really happy that I have the friends I do now.
tell me about any typos and how much it sucked.
