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Crazy (standard:drama, 1400 words) | |||
Author: JM | Added: Mar 29 2002 | Views/Reads: 3422/2404 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
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Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story like she was going to hit me too. Instead, she said, “Daniel, I don't think you realise how much your father needs me, after what your mother did to him”. I have no idea what she was talking about. It was my sixteenth birthday last week. My dad forgot, but Carolyn gave me fifty dollars. I couldn't believe it. I've never had that much money at one time in my life. Brian would've said that she was just trying to buy my blessings. I caught the bus into the city and found a shady looking guy. I bought off him as many pills as I could afford, which wasn't many. I threw them in the river. The dealer said I was a crazy bastard. I threw him in the river too. Once he'd got out of the river he became a crazy bastard and hit me. I hit him back, and it felt so good. I knew that Brian would have hit him back too, if the same thing had happened to him. I'm a pretty big guy for my age and the dealer was a small, wiry guy so I pretty much won. Although, just as the dealer guy blacked out on the ground, a police car came squealing up and I was arrested. They took me to the police station and half an hour later my dad and Carolyn turned up. Dad asked me what happened and I told him that I just did what Brian would've done. My father took one look at me and started to cry. It was the funniest thing I've ever seen, a grown man crying like that. Especially my dad, who didn't even cry when mum died. I said “Dad, you just didn't like Brian because he was gay”. Dad bawled even louder and I laughed. A few days later they put me in a hospital. I didn't want to go, but Carolyn said that she'd give me another fifty dollars if I did. I don't see what good it did though. The whole time I was there, all they did was lie to me. They told me that my mum killed herself and I found her in the bathroom when I was four. I spat on the man who said that. Then this other crazy man said that Brian was a reaction to this or something and the experience with my mum and knowing that my dad never told me the truth and worrying about what my dad thought of me and that Brian never existed, that he was an altar ego or some shit like that. Believe it or not, I ended up killing this crazy man. He was screwing with my head. I swear everyone in this place is crazy. Tweet
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