Third blog in a row, This isn't Fanon Con, it's Yopo Con! Also Street was too lazy to make/post this so I had to make it and our judges couldn't give any responces so sadly it's just the votes :(. Anyway here we go!
Diary 1: Terence
This, is the best day ever. Name’s Terence, member of the Bellwood Football team. I scored the winning touchdown, the Bellwood Carvers claiming the day! All my teammates and I are heading to Bob’s Pizza, my home sweet home, to celebrate. And my girl Elena, oh, such a hottie! In her leather jacket and jeans, she is the envy of the entire team. On the way to Bob’s, there was an incident though. A Highbreed was spotted, Reinrassic if I remember his name right. I broke off from the group to do one of my favorite things, beat shit up.
I climbed to the top of a building, slapped down my trusty Omnitrix on my left wrist, and jumped off as Humungousaur. The sound that my fist made when wedging the Highbreed into the ground, priceless! The Highbreed are tough though, which is good, because I still had some pent up energy I didn’t get out during the game. I tackled him, we wrestled, and I eventually lifted and tossed him like a football, him going flying. Awesome shot.
I made it to Bob’s, the others not even batting an eye. They knew I always arrived late. Didn’t matter. Cause there was my girl Elena, chatting it up with the other guys. I swoop in for the kiss, and she returns it. My twin sister, Teresa, brings out the pizza, two 20 inch pizzas loaded with pepperoni, sausage, bacon and chicken. Hm. Chicken. Elena got a personal pan pizza with like, mushrooms or something. Yuck! But that don’t matter. If it wasn’t a school night, I’d totally try to score with her. It’s not that I don’t have the morals to try and get lucky, but Teresa would kill me for trying anything on a school night. She takes school very seriously. She nags a lot, but means well. Either way, I love my life.
Diary 1: Teresa
I hate my life. I’m Teresa, twin sister of the sports star Terence. I’m more of the, egghead type. I have a 3.9 GPA, damn cooking class, messing with me. I have all honors classes, a shitload of homework every night, and on top of that, I’m the one keeping Bob in business. Terence and I don’t have a family, but Bob took us in, we live above the pizza place. I’m the main, and only employee. Bob does the cooking, I do the balancing of the checkbook, taking orders, managing the affairs, essentially keeping the damn place afloat. It’s all so mundane and easy, but it keeps us comfortable. It allows Terence to be so, him. With some luck, he’ll get a sports scholarship, but that means nothing if he doesn’t keep his grades up. He hates it when I get onto him about that kind of stuff. I hate it when he brings his whole team in after game night. I mean, I don’t care about the boys, they’re easy enough to handle. But when I see Elena, hoo.
Every time Terence brings a girl back, and I mean, dating that girl, I totally see exactly what he likes in her. Usually her pretty smile, tight body, and a great ass. I’m sorta an ass girl, I’ll admit. Whenever I see Elena, my hormones just start raging. I want her for myself. She’s got an incredible ass. Whenever Elena’s in with the team, just laughing it up and flirting with them all, it makes me sick. Partially that she’s flirting with others besides Terence, but also because I wish she’d do that with me.
A light caught my attention, as I saw the Omnitrix on my right wrist was in the green. That means Terence just fought with something, probably a Highbreed or their henchmen, the DNAliens. Fun thing about being twins, we get twin Omnitrices. But only one of us can use it at a time. Which means when his transformation ends, I can initiate mine. Which isn’t good for him, because that means I have to transform for him to be able to. And just like that, Terence walks in, going and kissing Elena. Ugh, makes me sick, with envy. I tried to ignore the two for the rest of the evening, but it’s hard.
Once everyone was gone and I was alone, I used the Omnitrix to turn into Grey Matter. I don’t need to transform to do homework or find out the profit margin for the day, but it allows Terence to be ready to fight when necessary. It also lets me think of a lot of things while doing what I have to, including fantasying about being with Elena. But I can’t, because Terence can’t know. He can never know.
Diary 2: Terence
Life gets better everyday for me! Turns out, we’re not the only ones fighting the Highbreeed. We were recruited by two people in a group called Plumbers, Kevin and Gwen, to assist them in fighting them. I was like, hell yeah I’m in! Teresa was a bit quiet, but she always is. Anyway, we team up, and go to the Highbreed factory. We split into two teams. I go with Gwen, while Teresa goes with Kevin. And I’ve got to say, Gwen is one hot looking girl! If Kevin isn’t shacking it up with her, I don’t know what his problem is.
We find our way through, where we encounter a Highbreed leading a large group of DNAliens. I crack my knuckles, eager to start, as I transform into Kickin Hawk. Have to admit, Kickin Hawk isn’t my favorite. I much prefer Humungousaur. But, I’m vice captain of Bellwood’s Soccer team, so I’ve got pretty decent skills. Those DNAliens become glorified soccer balls to me, while Gwen does some voodoo magic thing. Cool stuff. The Highbreed tries to take me on, but I’m just too good. I trip him and turn him into my personal punching bag, though he’s pretty solid. I knock him away though, and Gwen gets him with his magic thing. First day, rocks!
Diary 2: Teresa
It figures. I didn’t want this. These two teenagers, probably about a year older than me and Terence, recruited us to fight the Highbreed with them. Last thing I needed. I mean, before, Terence fought the DNAliens when they were active, but now, there’s a group of people that actually are hunting them down, now enforcing his desire to fight them. So far, I hate them.
I sorta bonded with the Kevin guy, even if I did goof and expose my secret. We started talking, it awkward at first. Then we started talking about Gwen’s ass. She’s got a cute ass. Small, but toned and firm. I wish I had an ass like that, mine isn’t spectacular at all. When Kevin asked if I was a lesbian, I freaked, telling him he couldn’t tell anyone. He agreed, stating it wasn’t a big deal. Well, it is to me. He can never know.
The Omnitrix went from red to green, which means Terence finished fighting. Perfect timing, since we got attacked by DNAliens. Kevin absorbed metal and started punching them, definetely a boy thing, while I transformed into Spidermonkey. Not the best of forms, but surely not my worst. I shot most of them up with spider webs, and swung through deeper into the base. I heard some girl yelling, so I swung in. The girl has a huge burn scar covering her face, and wears a black shirt with long purple sleeves, with black pants to match. She screams something about taking them over, but she was clearly outmatched. I snare the two DNAliens, then land, reverting as I do. Yet another secret I couldn’t keep in one day. The girl stared at me, turning her head to the side, like an owl. I do the most natural thing. I ran away.
Diary 3: Terence
Teresa walked with me to practice, which isn’t unusual. But this time, she seemed totally spooked, as if seeing a ghost along the way. I asked her what was wrong, her saying there was some weird girl from the day before. She said she was fine, and left for Bob’s. Wish I did more, but I had practice. About midway through, Kevin and Gwen picked me up to go fight DNAliens. My favorite. At their base, I turned into Rumble Knuckles, started pounding my way through them. Gwen says that we’re getting closer to stopping them once and for all.
I make it to Bob’s, the team already there. Elena looks super sexy as always, as I approach her. One of the guys, Daniel, stops me. He tells me that some bitch with a face scar came in with them, and Teresa was freaking out over her. Of course, I just got angry. No one stalks my little sister. I asked where she was, and Daniel points to the corner table where she was sitting, but she was gone. I head that way anyway, as Teresa comes out of the bathroom, looking strange. I don’t know what it was, confusion or shock. This black haired girl with a huge-ass burn on her face comes out after her, as I grab her by the collar with my left hand. She smiles with a crazy smile, as if enjoying it. She asked if I was going to kick her ass, and I said I might if she didn’t leave my sister alone. Her eyes dropped and looked at my hand, then looks back up. Teresa put her hand on my shoulder, saying it was fine. I put the burn bitch down, and told her to get out. She complied, and walked out, grabbing a slice of pizza as she did.
Diary 3: Teresa
So, I walked with Terence to practice today, nothing unusual, I do it all the time. But this time, I saw the scar girl from the other day hiding behind the bleachers. Her purple eyes were glowing from the shadows. I must’ve looked scared shitless, as Terence asked what was wrong. I told her about the girl, but when he looked, she was gone. I thought I was just hallucinating, and said I was fine. I left him after that, working always kept my mind off things.
It didn’t work. I kept thinking of that girl’s piercing, almost soulless purple eyes as I cleaned the tables, preparing for the dinner rush. As if on cue, the football team came in, ordering their usual. Elena was with them, intentionally swinging her hips with that sexy walk of hers. I saw Terence wasn’t there, as Daniel tells me he ditched practice early with some red head chick and guy in black. I swear, those two douche Plumbers are going to ruin Terence’s chances at a scholarship.
That almost kept me occupied, until I saw her walk in. The burn girl followed in shortly after the team, as I let out an audible gasp. Daniel notices the girl, who goes and sits in the corner, in the dark. He asks if I was alright, and I said I was just fine. I continued working, not going anywhere near her table. Eventually, I had to go to the bathroom. As I was washing my hands, the burn girl came in, walking up close behind me. Her words, in almost a homicidal tone, were
“I saw the way you watched that other girl. And I have to say, I agree. But, only someone obsessed with what’s on the surface would like her. Someone like myself, likes those who are true to themselves. And are deep, on the inside.”
Her fingers gently stroke my ass cheeks through my skirt, and I saw in my reflection my entire posture straightened out, a tingle going up my spine. I don’t know if my expression became elated or terrified. I left the bathroom, as I saw Terence heading in my direction. The burn girl comes out, and Terence grabs her by the collar, lifting her off the ground. I thought a fight was going to ensue, so I told him it was fine. Terence didn’t look convinced, at all. I thought he’d beat the shit out of her. But he let her go, and she walks off, drooping over and swiping a slice of pizza from the football team, making sure I saw her ass as she did.
Diary 4: Terence
Omnitrix is in the red, so I had to turn down Kevin and Gwen on Plumber duty, paining me as it happens. I couldn’t do anything until Teresa transformed again, and to recruit her. That most likely won’t happen. I know that she cares more about the education than the hero thing, but I need that sensation, that thrill of fighting!
After practice today, I head to Bob’s, Omnitrix still red. Bob, a big, round guy, tells me I have to work, as Teresa asked for the night off. She got recruited for some Plumber business, from the sound of it. Her job is hard. The football team gave me no mercy, making me run around like a dog. I don’t know how she does it.
Once 8 o’clock hit, I saw the Omnitrix go green, as I had to hide my excitement. As soon as the place cleared out, I called up Gwen and Kevin, and joined them in a brigade. A DNAlien group had been spotted by the pier, and we chased after them. Wasn’t glamorous though, as when I transformed, I got The Worst. The Worst! There isn’t an alien any worse than The Worst. Eventually, Kevin just started throwing me at the DNAliens, as Gwen used her witchcraft to corral them up, capturing them. The worst battle ever. After we turned the DNAliens to the Plumbers, I asked where Teresa went. They were confused, as Teresa was never with them. That set off warning bells, especially with the burn bitch from the night before. I tried calling her, but she didn’t answer. Gwen said that she could track her from her mana, whatever that was, and I accepted. I’m bringing Teresa home.
Diary 4: Teresa
She was there again, waiting for me on the way from school. The burn girl looked more calm and in control, her expression upset. She apologized for her previous behavior, as she knew that she wasn’t completely right. Taken aback, I said it was fine, just trying to get away. She asked if she could get a second chance, and if I’d be interested in going with her to the pier that night. My mind just went rushing. Was it a date? Should I accept? Did I really enjoy what she did the day before? I eventually said yes, saying I’d meet her there. I rushed off after that, a bit embarrassed.
I called and confirmed the night off with Bob, and met her at the pier. I had been lost in thought about the event all day, when I realized I never asked for her name. She told me that she once had a real name, but just goes by PM now. She tells me not to worry about it, and to have fun. She grabs my hand, and leads me to the pier.
As the night goes on, we laughed and enjoyed each other, as we tell each other about our lives. I told her that me and Terence grew up without a family, and had to look after each other until we came under Bob’s care. She told me that she never knew a family, and spent her childhood going from abuser to abuser, warping her psyche, and she knew it. Then, she finally was free of them, and formed a bond with another girl. However, the girl’s distant relative assaulted her and burned her face. She’s essentially been broken all her life. I couldn’t help but feeling sorry for her, and as I began to understand her, I saw her in a different light. She needs help.
As we leave the pier, we’re attacked by DNAliens. PM has something of a psychotic break, lunging at a DNAlien. For once, I was glad that the Omnitrix was green, as I transformed into Battle Tails. PM did something, swinging her arms and the horde of them all tumbling to the side. I decided to not stick around, as I grabbed her by the arms, flying off. I ask her the direction to her place, and I’d take her home.
We land in front of her apartment complex, as I reverted to normal. PM thanked me, and stated that the night was young, inviting me up to her place. I accepted, though I probably shouldn’t have. Her apartment had two rooms, a main room with a small kitchen, and a bedroom with a bathroom and shower. Her place was a pigsty, worse than Terence’s room. She apologizes for the mess, seeming to be elated. We sit down on the couch, as we continue to talk. She grabbed my hand sometime during, and was leaning in closer as time went by. Eventually, she went to kiss me, and I allowed it. She continued to kiss me, and I kissed back. She gets more passionate, her tongue going down my throat. I start to back off, uneasy. She tells me that I’d been holding in my true nature for too long, and that it was time to release it. She stands up, walking towards the bed room. She lifts and removes her shirt, me seeing her exposed backside. She looked over her shoulder at me, a seductive look on her face as she entered the bedroom. And of course, I did the most illogical, most inconceivable thing. I followed after her.
Day 5: Terence
Midnight passes, as I ride with Gwen and Kevin in Kevin’s car. We pull up to an apartment building, Gwen saying Teresa was on the third floor, in the third room on the left after the elevator. Kevin offers to go with me, but I said I’d be fine. I go up, and knock on the door, apartment 3C. What I saw was horrifying.
Teresa opened the door, her expression and hair being wild and crazed. I recognized the expression; it was the same expression Elena would have on her face afterwards. She was wearing an X-Large T-shirt, probably trying to cover herself up. I’m ready to blow a gasket, as I get ready to yell at her. She chuckles, as she invites me in. I do, just ready to yell. The apartment was dirtier than my room. I see a shirt on the floor, and I hit my limit.
I yell at Teresa, asking what the hell she thought she was doing, acting like a tramp like that. Teresa yells back, startling me. She said that I never understood her, that she was always in my shadow for the girls. I’ll never forget what she said.
“That’s right, Terence. I’m f***ing gay. I’ve wanted sex with all your girlfriends, including your cheating bitch Elena. She’s been with at least half your football friends. But I’ve always put you first, because you’re so stupid! Throwing away your chance to be someone by screwing cheerleaders and biker girls, and fighting aliens from god knows what planet! Everything I’ve done, it’s so you can keep living your self-absorbed indulgent life! Well, no more! I’m no longer a virgin, and I quite see why you like it! It, is the most exhilarating feeling ever!”
A voice comes out of the bathroom, asking what was wrong. The burn bitch comes out, a towel wrapped around her hair, and another one wrapped around her body. She doesn’t look surprised to see me, instead she looks pleased. She welcomes me, as she motions a hand, Teresa going over like a dog, the burn bitch nibbling at Teresa’s ear affectionately. I yell at her to keep her hands off her, as I go to activate the Omnitrix. It was red though. The burn bitch antagonizes me in a pitiful way, saying that she currently controlled the Omnitrix. With that, I knew. Whoever she was, she was manipulating Teresa for the Omnitrix. I try to tell her that, but Teresa didn’t hear anything I said. She just listened to the burn bitch, and when she told Teresa to take my Omnitrix from me, she activated the Omnitrix without hesitation.
Diary 5: Teresa
That, was incredible. The way that PM made me feel, the things she did, it made me feel so, amazing, I have no words for it. What have I been doing all my life, straying away from what must be a natural feeling to Terence, with all the girls he’s done it with. Elena, Julie, Emily. How little they mean to me now that I’ve had a true experience. I am, devoted to her. I’d do anything for her. And I did whatever she wanted, her guiding me through it. I put an oversized t-shirt that I found lying around on. I always made sure to stay covered up, incase my bastard of a brother barged into my room. Ooh, I just want to come out to him, shatter his perception of reality.
Someone knocks on the door, and I instinctively get it, not even caring what I looked like. It was Terence at the door, looking ready to explode. Good. I’ll let him stir a bit. I invited him in, and I think he was put off by that. He walks in, and I closed the door. It took him a minute, but he starts yelling at me. I return it at full throttle, coming out of the closet to him and revealing that his girlfriend is cheating on him with half the team. His reaction was shock, confusion, incomprehension. Just what I was going for. Then, PM comes out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her hair, and her body. Without her baggy clothes, you can see the curvature of her slim body, as she intentionally jets her hips to the side, her ass inflated. She wasn’t ashamed of her body; the only reason she had a towel on was because she only wanted me to see her body. She tells me to take out all my frustration on Terence, and I oblige, transforming into Pesky Dust. I released green dust, hitting Terence. Terence collapses, asleep. PM gets dressed, then tells me to bring her into the dream as well, and I obey. I hit her with the dust, creating a linked dream.
I shove Terence in a closet, forcing blades of pain into him. Each time a beautiful girl passes, another blade stabs him, resembling my pain. PM is beside me, as she whispers to me,
“Now, break his mind. Make him a pathetic, useless shell, one that I can do what I like with.”
Something in those words confused me, as I stop controlling the dream. Terence’s dream morphs on its own, showing a scene when they were younger, and bullies were picking on me. Terence fought them to defend me, and got beat up bad. After that, he focused on sports, strength and everything macho. I had forgotten how much he helped me. I remembered how angry he got at PM before when we both thought she was just a stalker. I stopped, telling PM I can’t, that he’s my brother. She complains on how droll I was, as she holds her hands out, purple strings extending from her fingers, being threaded into me. I couldn’t control my movement, but I could control my power. I released the dream, as the two woke up in the real world.
Day 5.2: Terence
I wake up with a start, coming out of Teresa’s dream. Pesky Dust reverts, my Omnitrix going green. The burn bitch gets up just as fast, somehow dressed now, as I slapped down the Omnitrix. I turned into Eatle, as I went head-on with a tackle. The burn bitch held her hands up, me getting caught and tangled by the air, as if wrapped in strings. The bitch spun around, throwing me at the window, me going through it and the wall. I flew across the street, as she leaped after me, seemingly being pulled up by strings. This was all I needed to finalize my decision. I was going to beat the shit out of her.
I broke off a piece of the ceiling and ate it, firing a laser. She moved her finger, my horn being tugged to the side, firing the laser into the sky. The burn bitch leaped and lands on my back, as I see purple strings wrapped around me, as if I was a puppet. The bitch laughed manically, when Kevin arrives, charging at her. She motioned me into Kevin, ramming him and us tumbling to the ground, now both tangled in strings. She pulled on the strings, both of us being pulled to her feet, kneeling. She asked who the bitch was now, as I revert. I said it was still her, as she states we’ll see. She moves the strings, as she makes me and Kevin stand up, both of our belts being unbuckled.
Day 5.2: Teresa
I sat motionless on the floor, as the fight between Terence and PM goes out the window. Gwen breaks in the door, coming over to me. I was heartbroken, the only one who pleased me being gone. Gwen helped me get dressed, and led me towards the window. I say it’s all my fault, that I was a fool for doing something like that. Gwen says that it’s alright, and that everyone makes mistakes. My Omnitrix glows green, meaning that Terence was in trouble. Gwen forms what seemed to be magic platforms, as we run across to the other side.
Terence’s and Kevin’s pants had fallen down, revealing their boxers, not something I ever wanted to see or will ever be able to get out of my head. Gwen throws a magic disk, distorting PM, and allows Kevin and Terence the opportunity to pull their pants back up. I slap down the Omnitrix, as I turned into Upchuck. I hate that form, but whatever works. I ate some of the ceiling, spitting energy balls at PM. She dodges like a puppet, fluid and erratic. Gwen throws more magic disks, and Kevin goes to punch PM. PM catches him in strings, flinging him at Gwen, the two toppling over. Terence runs forward, as she catches him too. She twists her wrist, as Terence is spun, twisting his body in unnatural positions. I could take no more. She was laughing at his pain, and had forgotten me. I extended my tongues, as I grab her and pull her in, eating her. Terence hits the ground in pain, but is laughing at the fact that I hated pizza, but would eat a crazy psychopath. I tell him not to judge me, and that I was sorry, as I spit PM up, her shaking from trauma, covered in saliva. Gwen traps her in a magic bubble, as I revert. I help Terence sit up, and he hugs me, saying,
“I’m sorry. From now on, please, tell me everything.”
Tears formed in my eyes, as we just sat there, us hugging and me crying.
Diary 5.3: PM
Well, f*ck. And here I thought I had found a dimension where I could take an Omnitrix wielder, turn them into my mindless servant, then use them to travel back to the main dimension and kill Jane or Reaper. Or both, depending on my mood. On good days, I only want them mutilated, other times only one of them dead. But no! Despite manipulating a girl with sex and almost getting her to turn her brother into my personal puppet, I still can’t catch a break!
Well, at least I was turned over to the Plumbers. They have horrible security. They restricted my arms with cuffs, but they didn’t restrict my fingers! I controlled the first guard to tackle the second guard, then had the second guard draw a knife, stabbing the first one to death. I then had him cut my cuffs, then I took the knife to stab him. It was so much fun. All I had to do was sing and skip my way out, and I’d get my second chance for the Omnitrix.
Except, I got frozen in time. My eyes could move, as the hunky Captain Jack came around, with his amazing copper body. If I wasn’t frozen, I so would’ve had him screw me. I knew him as he was the one who defeated Maltruant for me, but this was obviously the first time he had met me, as he introduced himself. He then takes me to a Pocket Zone dimension or something, that served as my prison. All alone. With no other living interaction. Which was perfect. This will only increase my level of insanity, and give me time to contemplate new ways of killing all my enemies.
Diary 5.4: Random Guy
What the hell? I returned home from work, I work the night shift, and there’s a huge hole in the wall of my apartment complex. I ask what was going on, and I’m told that there was an alien fight that broke out from Apartment 3C. That’s my apartment! I mean, I know I lost my apartment key a few days ago, but I didn’t know that the person who’d break in would turn it into a battleground!
In woods of willow,
Scattered memories unite.
A shining love gone.
A storm of withering hope overcomes me.
Try to stay calm, try to stay strong.
Be tough like he told you too.
I feel like everyone is watching us.
He looks confident, fingers overlapping mine as he smiles at me.
A storm of dying flowers.
It started in school.
We were lab partners.
At first we never talked, then she kissed me.
I love her.
I love him.
I love them both.
Who do I love?
Her eyes gleam brightly.
But his smile drawns me in.
She always listens to me.
But he makes me laugh.
Her compassion helps me when I'm sad.
His words flow like honey.
They bring me joy.
He likes to take me places.
She likes to stay at home and just hang out with me.
His friends are really cool.
Her friends berate her.
He is always filled with joy.
She slits her wrist.
He can be superficial at times.
She understands my problems.
He lets me wear whatever I want.
She lets me choose our date..
He left me, going to serve for our nation.
She stayed by my side.
I can't control my wonders.
Love is love.
Him or her?
My old friends don't even look at me anymore.
I look at the cuts on my wrists.
Is he worth it?
Her friends put her down.
I look at the cuts on her wrist.
Is she worth it?
I'm not gay.
I'm not straight.
My parents don't speak to me anymore.
A madness over turns me.
Who do I love?
Who do I love?
It's hurt, but love always does.
Deep inside, I'm losing my mind.
Depression, anxiety, questioning myself.
I'm so confused, so angry, so perplexed.
These feelings, what do they mean?
I hate me.
I just want to go to sleep and in the morning, I know the answer.
Who do I love?
She hides behind a fake smile.
He rarely has one anymore.
She has no friends.
He watched his die.
I'm in a war.
A war within me.
And battles of love.
Without either of them I go insane.
I tried to kill myself.
So did she.
My lips quiver as his sat next to me, his smile gone.
He lost an arm.
Never talks, never laughs.
Today he killed himself.
I don't know what to do.
I go to her.
She's not answering the door.
I go in.
She killed herself today.
I don't know what to do.
The people I love.
That's it,they are dead.
An empty shell.
I'm dead inside.
People are crying.
They say the war messed up his head.
His mother hugs he, draws me in.
I cry into her shoulder.
The next day was the other funeral.
Empty, a few family members.
I made a speech.
I sprint away, tears dripping down my face.
A slash of my wrist for each memory of her.
A slash on my thigh for each memory of him.
I cry for them.
Who do I love?
I am alone.
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Joe's Journal Vol. 2: Page #1
Some... maybe a lot would say that they regret what they did. They would beg for forgiveness, they would spend the rest of their lives traumatized, wishing they could just erase that part of their lives. Everything that i had done, what i did... i don't regret it. I could be a monster, a troubled man, but i know in my heart that i do not regret what happened on the night of May 17, 2015. I must warn you that if you do find this journal... my message to you, is:
I am a monster.
When i did it, when i killed my mother... i had a different feeling. My initial reaction was different. Not crazy, as some might suspect. I had told myself that this was wrong, that it wasn't right... but at the end of the day, i had realized that my initial reaction was a lie.
I had realized at that moment that nobody would oppose society's rules, that everyone would always come out with "This is wrong". I'm the only one who came out the other end and not regret any decision i've made. This is right. When i killed my mother, i felt this was right. And i tried to tell myself otherwise for an hour or so.
It was finally then and there, when my mom's friend, Jim Rozum, found me crying. I knew one thing in that moment: I'm going to be imprisoned for life. I'm going to be marked as a criminal for the rest of my life. I was wrong. Jim was shocked, and he had asked me the question that would save my life, "Who did this?!".
Right then and there, i realized that i could still be saved. I told him to call the cops, as i hid the knife and journal. I made up some story about how a tall man broke in and killed her right in front of me. They bought it. And because of this, i was saved. Jim Rozum, in honor of my mother, decided to adopt.
I spent the summer reminiscing, thinking about what i had done. Everyone had thought i had been traumatized for life, i took a couple of trips to Jim's therapist friend, Dr. Borges. She didn't do much, i had to make up fake stories about how i felt, and it was there when i realized how fake everything is.
After my slow realization, and just when i thought everyone was fake... when i realized my true feelings... i stopped reminiscing. I had to live with my actions for the rest of my life, and i don't have to spend everyday of that life wishing i could take it all back. I can just move on.
That next morning, i woke up happy again. I went downstairs, i brushed my teeth, i had a proper breakfast, and i told Jim "Good morning!". He was pleasantly surprised by my reaction, and he responded with "Good morning to you too!". We went out for a drive, he took me to go see a movie.
It was only when we got back when he finally asked "What's up?". He finally questioned me. I told him that i'm not prepared to live every day of my life in regret, to just keep moving forward. And he agreed, no surprise there. Although, when i had finally checked my internet again. And i did get addicted all night, and i had made my realization: In the "real world", no one is honest. We are bound to society's rules. But on the internet, we... we can embrace our darkness, and speak anonymously. I wasn't alone, and that made me happy.
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And that marked the end of my summer. And i would lie if i didn't say i enjoyed it. I appreciated it for helping me realize the world's faults. But, as most things, there has to come the bad. School was about to start, and i knew that it would be bad like last year. I finally turned 16 over the summer, and i was horrified at what's to come.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember the alarm that woke me up. Jim had drove me to school, and he said "Good luck". I walked out of the car and into the front doors, and all i could hear was noise. The majority of the students were in a group, just talking. Imagine my genuine surprise that, unlike last year, i wasn't alone.
There were more students just like me, who felt left out. And the major difference was, there was this guy. He wore glasses, he was around my height, and he had brown hair. He would just walk up to the others and start group conversations. I was surprised to see someone who actually cared, who wouldn't make fun of you.
The first three days weren't the best. I never made a lot of friends, and i avoided that person. But sadly, there came school. A lot of work, and they started off with Algebra right off the bat. I did pass, mainly because i didn't have much distractions and never had time for anything else.
The fourth day however, when i walked in, there was a slight delay. The teacher had been late, and once again, nobody would shut up. That person was there, but he was mostly studying. I stared at him the whole time, until he finally looked back. He started to put his books away and approached me.
He saw me and just said "Hey.". I said "Hi." back, and he had told me that his name is Wells Montgomery. We sparked a quick conversation about how we hated our teacher, Mrs. Validus. I finally asked him what was up and what he was doing, and he said that he just wanted to help others. No one had helped him when he was younger.
Me and Wells got along very quickly, and his ideals were great. He was the first person i ever met who wasn't an actual bitch. When Mrs. Validus finally came, we went into class and i took my usual seat. Wells however, he decided to sit next to me.
And for once, i was actually happy at school. I finally had a friend, even through all the hard work and bullying of the past year. And when things couldn't get any better, Mrs. Validus decided not to give us any homework. When school had finally ended, i felt happier than usual. I had walked home happier than usual. It was a good day.
The next day, as i entered school again, someone had bumped into me. He had turned me and told me to "watch it". I apologized, but he continued to push me around. He had called me a "push over". I wanted to hit back, i really did, but i was afraid Wells might think different of me.
Luckily, however, Wells did come around and told him to back off. And i remember this being so... suspicious. He had whispered in his ear, and the look on Wells' face... he just looked blankly. He eventually walked away, as i approached Wells and asked him what was going on.
His name was Shawn, and he had been bullying Wells for a long time. Wells did apparently manage to get him off his back. He told me to forget about it, and he continued to ask me about my day. And we had a small chat before class began about a show which we personally enjoy, titled "MURDER".
When school had ended that day, i was about to leave when Wells tapped my shoulder. He had said that he wanted to show me around. I, of course, agreed. I had nothing better to do. He took me over to an apartment, in which his brother owned. He was on vacation supposedly.
We had sat down on the couch and discussed a few things. He asked me what i wanted to be when i grow up. I never quite knew what i wanted. He was quick to answer when i asked him, as he said he wanted to be a film writer. He said that the show we watched inspired him. And you know what, film writing also intrigues me.
He had shown me a few scripts that he had written, and they were quite good. They focused a lot on old mythology, which i thought was quite neat. I told him that they were very good, and he said that i was the only person he had shown. I responded with that maybe he should post it on the internet, get some attention. And he said it was a good idea.
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The very next day, i had sent him a link on the internet to a website where you could share your own stories. And when the school day ended, i put aside my homework in which i don't usually do, and i went on the website. I saw that Wells posted his story, and immediately got viewers and fans. And i decided that maybe i should do the same.
The first thing that came to mind was perhaps posting an altered version of my first journal, and claim it was exaggerated. I went to my closet, and i got my journal, and i wrote most of it down. And within the hour, it got a lot of views and fans, just like Wells. He also read it and was shocked, and he loved it.
We had continued posting other works of fiction the following weeks, and we both gained a few fans. Hell, Wells was promoted to administrator in the first few months because of his hard work. And i was inspired by him to make good works, just like he does.
Sadly, however, shortly after he was promoted to administrator, he had to go on vacation. Wells never told me why, but he said it was an urgent family matter. And i was essentially alone without him. I had no other friends besides online, and i was really hoping on his advice.
The following weeks somehow got boring. And school work somehow got harder, and i realized that i was failing because i put more time to fiction than my homework. I had to work extra hard, and the sad thing was, the website was also becoming inactive without Wells.
However, something interesting had come up. My school had a very interesting class about religion. It was part of a new program, i didn't know what it was, really. The thing that surprised me was that Jim and my mother were catholics, and i never even knew.
As for me, for years, i had always told myself i was a muslim. I grew up with an all muslim family, being from Zarkovia, and i was told to have strict morals. Even when i said i was muslim, i never really prayed or followed any of their rules. Hell, i had even murdered my mother.
Jim had forced me upon this program, because he thought it would be good for me. I was sitting in a classroom with about 50 or more other students, younger and older than me. I had been sitting in the back of the room, hidden from the public, but one of the teachers called my name.
She has asked me about my religion, and i had never even thought about it in a long time. I stood there for a few seconds in silence, and told her i was a muslim. Deep down, however, i knew that was wrong. She told me to specify moreover, but i hesitated. She gave me a weird glare before asking someone else.
I had went on the website that night, and i talked to one of my friends. I told him about what happened that day, even if it was personal, and i told him that maybe i was an agnostic. I was too afraid to admit it because everyone around me was religious, whether it be my school, my family, or my friends.
I felt like i had to tell somebody, and when Jim came home that night, i sat down and had a talk with him. I begged him not to get angry, and he told me he wouldn't. We began with small talk, but i decided to cut right to the chase and told him that i was neither muslim nor catholic. I was an agnostic.
The look on his face... i'll never forget it. He seemed disappointed. As his voice cracked, the only thing he could muster up is "Okay... that's okay.". He got up, and told me to go to bed. The very next morning, he woke me up and told me to get ready for school. He never did this, and the worst part... his tone was very off.
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For the rest of the week, Jim seemed very unusual. He seemed angry and disappointed that i never had any religion. While Jim was driving me to school, i asked him why he was so religious. He was originally hesitant... in fact, he seemed almost scared. But he was quick to say that his father said religion is the main thing that matters.
The only vibe i could get out of that is that maybe his dad beat religion into him. That's when i realized that i was lucky in that i could choose my own path. Even when my family was all religious, it was never forced on me. I was free to choose my own path. But Jim... he got the short end of the stick. Moral of the story is, decide your own path.
The very same day, however, i went back to school and saw Wells. He finally returned from his vacation, and said he needed to talk to me. I was incredibly curious, and it felt like school lasted forever. I had noticed that Shawn had been picking on other students. He had turned to me and said "What the fuck are you looking at?".
I realized how much i hated Shawn, and i never knew what his deal was. Then, when my classes started, Wells sat away from me. The clases felt longer than usual, as i anticipated what Wells wanted to talk to me about. Mrs. Validus decided to give all of us extra algebra homework, but i never really cared.
As the classes finished, everyone had rushed out of the classroom. Wells was nowhere in sight, not even in the line. When everyone had finally got outside, Wells had tapped my shoulder and told me to follow him. He wouldn't tell me anything on the way, but we had ended up back in his brother's apartment.
Wells told me i was the only one he could trust. He told me that he's been going through a lot, and over the summer, he made some realizations. He finally got the courage to admit it himself the past weekend, as i asked him what was up. He said he didn't feel normal, that he had feelings for someone long gone.
I continued to ask him who this person was, and he said that he was taken... by Shawn. I responded with "he?". And he said that i heard correct. When i found out that Wells was gay... nothing really changed. At least, that was what i said to myself.
I asked him about Shawn, and what his deal was. Shawn's dad employs Wells' dad, and apparently he was a total asshole. And what's worse, Shawn has been dating Wells' crush. And his crush had soon moved away, as he was too late. Shawn knows his secret, though.
I reassured Wells, and i told him that everything will be okay. That he can trust me. But even though i reassured him a little bit supposedly, he said that he truly despises Shawn. He has never hated anyone, but it's been effecting him in his writing and his life. Wells truly did blame Shawn for everything.
It was right then and there when i realized what i had to do. I had to serve justice. I tried to avoid killing, but i truly wanted to make Wells happy. I knew that without society's rules, he would want this. I asked him what Shawn's last name was, in which he responded with "Nesmith". He asked why, but i avoided the question.
I told Wells to get some rest, and that we can continue to talk tomorrow. As soon as i left, i went straight home, and found Shawn on the internet. I found out that he was going to his friend's party through his social media account. I left my laptop open as i went into Jim's room, and grabbed his father's military grade bowie knife.
I grabbed my hooded jacket, and walked away from the room. And all i could hear is ringing in my ears. My heart pumping harder than ever, knowing what i had to do. As i got into the local bus, all i could do was sweat, knowing how guilty i was. But all i knew is that i had to do this.
As the bus dropped me off, i took a long walk to discover a row of mansion-like homes. The obvious one was one with a lot of drinking teens and music. I had walked inside the home, as the front door was open. There were many people, but i quickly spotted Shawn drinking by the pool.
Even though i could've had Shawn arrested for this, i knew that wouldn't be enough for Wells. I called Shawn inside the home, as he was struggling to walk. He was clearly drunk, which made for the perfect opportunity. I called his name, and he followed the trail through the bathroom.
His final words, "Joe? You're not supposed to be here!". I responded with "Neither are you.". He was struggling to stand, as i lunged at him and stabbed him in the neck. I could hear him choking, as i stabbed him in the chest over and over. He was struggling to talk, as he was gushing blood.
I told him, in his final breath, that this was "Justice.". I had quickly ran away, when blood was all over my hoodie. I took off my hoodie and threw it in a dumpster nearby as i ran away. I took a cab back home, and i rushed over to my sink and washed the blood away from my hands and knife.
I slowly opened the door to Jim's room, to find that he was sleeping. I had completely forgot he was coming home, and i knew that i was going to be interrogated in the morning. But i quickly put the bowie knife back in his closet, and went back to my room. Strangely enough, my laptop was off and put on my desk.
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The very next morning, my phone had blew up. Wells had sent me a lot of messages. He had told me about Shawn's death, as i jumped out of bed. I had rushed to the bathroom, cleaning my face and brushing my teeth, and was quick to get dressed. Although, i skipped breakfast entirely... huge mistake.
As i walked out, i said goodbye to Jim, and strangely enough, he never responded. I had taken the bus over to his brother's apartment, and i found Wells... silently crying. I asked him what was wrong, and he sat there... silently. I think that maybe he did think this was justice... but never wanted to admit it.
I sat next to Wells, and told him everything's going to be alright. That maybe Shawn got what he deserved. And he said "Maybe...". And i remember this very fondly... there was a long pause, but he told me that Shawn's death didn't make him feel better.
But i remember telling him that it's going to be alright. And... he gave me the biggest hug he could. And at that moment, i realized... i loved Wells. No, not as a friend... i loved him.
I had to kill again, for him. And i knew that i couldn't find any other person like Wells, and i knew i had to tell him sometime. Wells was truly the only person who could brighten up my day, that help me realize my passion for writing... it was him that when i wake up in the morning, i feel happy. He overshadows any guilt i had.
I owed him something. And that something was the death of Shawn. I decided to cheer him up for the rest of the day, to play video games to take his mind off it. To help him write his new story he had in mind. Hell, i even cooked for him, and i don't usually cook.
I spent all day at his brother's apartment, and by the end of it all, he said "Thank you". But, never had to thank me. The following day, i had decided to spend my Sunday writing stories. I remember this moment too well, when my friend, just as he had finished writing his new story "Zenith", came on.
I felt like i had to tell someone my feelings for Wells, and i knew i could trust my friend. I told him i wanted to speak to him in private, and when he asked me what's going on... i told him how i felt. When i told him, he was quick to stop me.
He told me that everything was perfectly fine, that he probably feels the same way. He told me that we were perfect, and there was nothing wrong with how i felt. He told me a story of a woman he liked, but he hid that for over three years. When she finally moved, he regret not telling her anything. How i should say something before it's too late.
And that night, i started text messaging Wells. I couldn't go a day without thinking about him, and all night we talked about fanfiction he's making, titled "Mystery Island". We spent hours talking about it, and i felt satisfied that i got to speak to him again. As i told him "Good night!", i went to sleep happy for once.
Joe's Journal Vol. 2: Page #6
I remember this morning. The last time i'll ever have a chance of a normal life. I had woken up at 11:00 AM, with no alarm. This was unusual because my alarm always goes off. And when i found out what the time was, i knew there was no point in going to school.
I had walked downstairs, trying to get breakfast. I turned to my right, and saw Jim on the couch, holding a picture of me, my mother, and Jim together. I remember asking him about what was going on, and he told me "I know what you did, Joe.".
I remember saying "What?! What are you talking about, Jim?". I was afraid for my life. He asked me why i killed my mother, why i killed Shawn. When he finally said this, something in me snapped. My fear went away, and was replaced with anger. I responded with "How did you know?".
He said he had felt heartbroken when i told him i wasn't religious. He told me that i wouldn't have thought of this on my own, that i could've gotten this from the internet. And the night i killed Shawn, he had came come to see that i wasn't there. He had went to my room, and saw my laptop opened.
He had checked the website i go to, he had found my first story. He had checked my history, and found Shawn. The next morning, when he had heard that Shawn was dead, he put the pieces together. I had killed my mother and Shawn.
But somehow, when he told me he knew. Nothing phased me. I didn't regret anything. All he did was ask me why. All i was thinking about is how i'm gonna kill him. I had ran behind, to the kitchen, and grabbed a knife. Jim came after me, but i had stabbed him in the arm. All i can remember from that moment was how much he was in pain.
Not from me stabbing him, but his heart break. When i realized this, i snapped back into reality. I truly did feel ashamed of what i've done. This wasn't justice. I ran away, away from everyone. I couldn't even build up the courage to call Wells.
I ran to the only place i could, the apartment. I ran into the bedroom, and to my surprise, i had found a journal on the floor. I remember how convenient this was, but i didn't care. I had spent a week of my time hiding, just writing everything you see.
I could be a monster for what i've done. I thought everything was justified. My mother was a monster, Shawn was... he was something else. I'm not even sure if he deserved death anymore. I did it for Wells, and i was happy. Everything has come to me, and i'm just not sure anymore...
...And then one day, i hear the doors open up. I heard the keys dangling, and the door opening. I was scared for my life, but the voice i heard... it was Wells. But i never wanted him to see me like this. Guilty. Ashamed. A monster.
Wells called for me, until he finally found me. I was looking down at my journal, and Wells... he had a look of confusion on his face. Like he never wanted to believe i was a monster. He asked me if everything he had heard was true, but i could never build up the courage to reply.
He stared at me, he truly felt a heart break, just like Jim. But, I wasn't gonna go down like this. I already went down once, but i wasn't gonna let Wells down. I told him to not talk, to only listen, and he agreed. I threw my journal away, and began talking.
I told him that i was sorry, and that yes, i had done terrible things. Everything i've done after my mother, i had done for Wells. I told him that he was more than a friend to me, someone special. I paused for a moment, before i just went ahead with it and told him that i liked him. That i loved him.
Wells was the only person who could ever make me happy. After what had happened to me in my youth, hell, my entire life, Wells was the brightest light. I never wanted to lose him, only to make him happy. Even if i had killed, even if i'm wanted by the Police, even if Jim is looking for me... i will never stop loving Wells.
Wells had stared at me, and somehow, i could hear his heart pumping. He much in shock he was. His mouth was open, just in complete shock. Until he finally stood up propery,
He said that his true feelings towards me were--
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Wow. I'm sure happy i got all my feelings out of the way, and i got this out of my system. And no, for the last goddamn time, i'm not a killer. I'm not crazy either. Yes, i've questioned my sexuality sometimes (I'm bi), and i've questioned my religion, but i've managed to translate them into a FICTIONAL story. Anyways, thank you all for reading, it's been a blast.
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