uh, when my sis read this one, she said I was an amazing author...*blushes* I think she's wrong, but ok. ^^
(um...this is Chris, Alli says that she read this and actually thinks it's pretty cool)


I got home late that afternoon. Saw mom and dad fucking on the couch. Nothing new, nothing was ever new here. So I went up to my room and listened to Green Day, it was the only thing that kept me going. The only reason my life was still in existence. Or rather, that and Simple Plan, and Good Charlotte. Maybe a few other bands too. But I really didn’t have much going, especially since the only way to go to that Green Day concert was to let dad fuck me too. Like that would ever happen...
So I sat alone in my room, trying to turn my music up louder than my parents without getting in trouble. My dad always tried to make me hear him when he was with mom, I’m not quite sure why, just another type of torture I guess. Maybe he thought he could make me jealous? I’m not sure yet, but I just turned up my cd player, hoping to drown out his crap. I can’t stand him, and my mom’s no help, she just goes along with all the shit he does. Why do I even bother living? Oh I know.....I haven’t met Billie Joe yet.
So here I sit, all alone. Tears streaming down my face, and sobs racking my body. And I know that I have no choice. I’m just gonna stay right here in this bed until my dad comes in and fucks me all he wants, and then I’ll just cut myself again, I’m not sure why. Get rid of the bad blood? I don’t know, it hasn’t worked yet, I still let him do it. I haven’t stopped him yet, and I don’t think I’ll ever start. I’m so lost anymore....I just don’t know what to do.
Hours later, I’m still crying, still sobbing. It’s just silent by this time, and the music is gone, I forgot to turn it back on. And so I hear him stomping up the stairs. And I don’t know what to do. Maybe I should just kill myself and get it over with. Then I won’t have this problem. But I still haven’t met Billie Joe, so I guess I’m stuck, I have to keep living. I have to endure this pain if only to achieve my broken dreams.
And he doesn’t care, my sobs make him laugh. And he doesn’t care, all he wants to do is hurt me. I know that he won’t let me go to that concert anyway. He’ll say I didn’t enjoy his late night visits. So I didn’t earn my prize. But I’ll just run away. Mom won’t care. And I’ll earn up my own money, and buy the ticket, and hitchhike to the concert. I can’t miss it. This may be my last chance. And then when I die, I’ll die happy. Even if it’s five minutes after I leave, or another fifty years.
That night I packed all my stuff and wrote a note. I had to leave them a note, these are the people that were ‘there’ for me, for my whole life. The only people who have ever ‘cared’ about me. The ones that acted as if they might actually be nice to me sometimes. The ones that gave me the most precious things I have in life. My CDs and my cd player. And, no matter how weird this one will sound, my scars. Every last scar on my body is a signature of my strength. Because I’m still alive. This is what my note to these ‘parents’ of mine said:
Dear, well not dear but, Mom and Dad
I hate you guys more than you could ever know. You’ve caused me more pain than most people could ever stand. And I’ll never forgive you for that. Because no matter how hard I’ve tried, I’ve never been able to justify what you did to me. I still don’t know what it was that I did wrong, maybe I was supposed to die when I was young? Is that how I offended you guys? I’m alive right now? Well, nothing to worry about now, because I won’t be around much longer, I’m going to be gone long before you ever read this note. And you’ll never find me again. I’ll just disappear like you want me to. And then I’ll never trouble you again.
Love and hate you always,
Your son, Jackson

So I left in search of a better life, something, anything was better than what I had. And then I could make my only real dream come true. I’ll meet Billie Joe, and then I’ll have nothing left to do. I’ll just let myself die then. It’s all that I have left in life, so then I’ll just let myself take my final breath, and that’s it. My life will finally mean something. I won’t just be a stupid kid who never got anything. I’ll be a person who finally reached their dream, however broken. And with that, I’ll take my final breath...

bittersweet ending, i like it...

Thank you, I actually like it too....It's not too bad. ^^