The Makings of An Admirer

The Beautiful Angel with the Blue eyes

Journal of Daniel Vernick

January 29th 2013

Today was another day. I went to school early so as not to have to see my dad. At school I was ignored. Same as usual, I guess. I returned to home and sat by my mom. Sometimes I think if God is real then why did he create Cancer. Her lungs get worse every damn day. Then I had to endure it as my dad came home and got drunk again. It seemed like instead of using our money for Mom's medication, he wanted to waste the magic dollar to wallow another day in that dark and shallow place known as Alcoholism. As per the usual I had to make dinner for myself and attend to my mother. My useless fuck of a father was passed out in that stupid recliner of his. For all I cared he could rot in that damn chair. Let's just put it simply this way, if he was drowning... I would hand him a glass of water.

After my mother was asleep I went to my desk and worked. Each day is the same, the same tragic rut I have been in for ten years. They ignore me, but What the others at school don't know is that I see things. I know things, dirt if you wish, on everybody in that hellish place. Each day I dream about using my knowledge to bribe and blackmail them to my bidding. Make money to heal my mother, to help my father. But each morning I wake up, regular old David. One day I will make them pay. I know things I shouldn't, thanks to my scumbag uncle. He taught me how to pick house locks and move so people don't notice me. Although he's in prison now, one day I'll put the knowledge to use. But for now I wish myself a good night. Cause no one else will.

February 2nd 2013

She was beautiful! Today I was sitting in third hour. Then she walked in! Her brown hair flew behind her as she walked with the grace of a goddess. Her blue eyes were almost shocking to the core. "This, class is Sarah Tellore. She is a new transfer student, please treat her with respect." Our teacher said. I barely heard him, she was too breath taking. She smiled at all of us, but she smiled to me! My heart swelled with joy in a way that has never happened before. After a three minute introduction (most of which I was lost in her beauty) our bastard idiot of a teacher paired her with someone else. Couldn't he tell that I loved her! That her and I were meant to be together! The boy who she was paired with was Thomas Strergler. That damn lumbering oaf! I almost stood up and wrung his neck. But then she sat next to him, and smiled! My heart was ripped out of my chest. I came home later.

Guess what? My dad was drunk, and he decided today he needed to teach me a little lesson about being late to home. After suffering through three ham fisted slaps I crawled up my stairs. "Useless fuck." I said to myself. "WHAT!?" His drunken voice boomed. To make a long story short I was delivered eight hits. Now I write to you. I will no doubt cry myself to sleep.

February 8th 2013

5. 5 classes where I have to stare at her but never am able to talk to her. 5 teachers who keep our love apart. Don't those bastards get that we love each other! I become enraged to just think about those... barbarians. I love her and she loves me, but I can't even talk to her. My love grows for her everyday. I never noticed how much she is like Mom. She's so nice to everyone. That makes me love her even more. She is the only thing connecting me to reality anymore. And by the Gods I will be with her!

February 14th 2013

Day of love my ass. I only have one love and I can't be with her today. It's Saturday so I don't even get to look at her beautiful face. But I have a plan. I managed to steal someones phone that the morons were still logged into Facebook. Thank God Sarah had an account. I managed to track her through there. It surprised me that she left her home address there. Also a phone number. I called, her sweet voice answered, "Hello." An angel answered, the symphony ran through my ears. My heart skipped a beat as I was serenaded by angels. Then I hung up the phone. Hearing her voice was enough for now.

After my father was sufficiently drunk, and mom was asleep, I traveled to Sarah's house. It was a beautiful two story house. A green front lawn and a rose bush or two. I managed to see a glance of her in an upstairs window. Thank God it was next to a tree. I climbed the tree and hid amongst the leaves as I peered in. Why was Thomas there? He shouldn't be there, Sarah loved me more than anyone else. Why was he there!? I managed to make out Thomas trying to force her into something. Then my Sarah slapped him. He got angry and threw her on the bed. The anger boiled inside me like a rabid dog trying to escape. I stepped forward but the branch I was standing on gave out. I fell and landed on my stomach in one of the rose bushes. The thorns cut into my arms and chest. I ignored the pain and was trying to stumble up when Thomas ran out the door. I stood still ready to pounce him. But he was too quick to his car and drove off. I'm pretty sure he isn't even old enough to drive.

That is when my ideas first began to develop. Now I know that one day I'm going to kill him, but I just need to learn how. This will be the last entry for awhile. I have work to do.

April 23rd 2013

There have been additions to my list. The other main two are Becky Derano and Julie Harrison. Both are targeting Sarah. The girls little following has attacked Sarah as well. My list is going up. Ever since he day I saw Thomas attack Sarah I've been planning, Planning and practicing, I'll wait to carry it out, but soon, I'll begin.