If The Pages In A Diary Could Talk

Devil incarnation

Dear diary

It's currently 6th of March  2020,

So my father has returned, my mother had welcome arms of course the rest of the community held mighty pitch forks and flames outside the house demanding my fathers head. As much as I wanted to be yelling with the mob as promised I faked my brave face for my mother.

The aggressive yelling and informative swear words gradually started fading off.

I wish I could just fade away gradually parting further and further from my family.

My farther with his devilish smile, calling me his little bunny like I'm just easy prey for him like I'm still 4 years old. Does this man not know anything I see that his delusions still live through his eyes.

What I would do to pick through his brains and discover his psychotic plans enough to make any man mad.

By dinner time we were all sat around the dining table together like happy families. All I wanted to do was run upstairs and carry on my investigation instead I'm sat here playing a game of deluded doll house.

My mother playing the roll of an content house wife bringing out the home made freshly cooked food. My sisters grin told me everything she was feeling this was enough to make anyone sick. I wanted to grab my fork and jab both my eyeballs out preventing me from seeing anything so staged again.

But I wasn't going to play along fuck that! I wasn't going to be the perfect primrose they wanted me to be. I arose from my chair aggressively, the legs screeched across the floor and yelled from the top of my lungs asking if they were all out of their minds.

My mother was astounded, my father with a stern look told me to respect them and to never speak like that again. But what does he know, he's the devil carnation he doesn't have an ounce of respect for anything but his cult ways. Like I bet he doesn't know his so called devoted wife has been screwing other strange men in his family home while he's been locked up like an animal. He hasn't even been here to witness the hard times that, that women has put her children through. How could he possibly even begin to apprehend the struggles of this China glass family.

He abandoned his own family, his own flesh and blood to devote himself to satan. My father wasn't always this way when I was little like really little my dad was the role modal that everyone wanted.

The hero that every child dreams of he used to make pancakes and push us on swings. Take me and my sister on family day trips. My father was once a well respected man within the community I don't know what changed?

Anyway that's enough for tonight

                Signed Sky Riddle xoxox