Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

My life, it's filled with dark times but also good times. I said in the first part that my father was suicidal. My mother left us, my parents got a divorce eventually.

Honestly that divorce was a good thing for our family. My dad became better. I can still remember the fun I had has a kid. Minus the demons and spirits I saw and see, life was good to me on the rare occasion. 

I remember a game my father used to play with elastic bands. After my father met my step mother, she and her daughter's moved in. It was all fun and laughter. My dad would chase us around shooting us with all kinds of elastic bands.

Sometimes I would switch sides and tell my dad where my siblings were... After he caught them, he would turn around and hit me with an elastic band. We would laugh and we all said... "Well snitches get stitches" 

Those were the days, until my step sister's started causing problems. They got my dad and their mother into drinking because the parents could no longer deal with my step sister's. One night I as a little 8 year old girl had to stop my dad from hanging himself. 

As the years went by I saw more and more darkness, my first crush even committed suicide in front of me. On his birthday he jumped off the 3rd floor of his house. Then weeks later my best friend slit her wrists in the bath, I was the one to find her. 

I was only 12 at this stage in my life. There was a time my step mom walked in front of everyone and slit her wrists and she kept repeating certain words.

I was already a messed up kid at this stage, I called my friend to come help but I was laughing while I did it. This situation didn't scare me anymore, I started finding it all too hilarious. 

To be all honest, blood and death no longer scare me. I embrace it and enjoy it. But this is me and I honestly love who I am. 

Well this is the end of part 3.