No one can prepare you for your death, and equally no one can prepare you for love. In my opinion love is death, and death is love. I'm a firm believer in the saying, " You never know what you got until it's gone." Well what about when you are gone? Then do you know what you want? Well when you are dead you don't feel right.right?
Reece
"GET UP FAGGOT." This would happen to be my brother, he is two years older than I am, and thanks that he is tough shit, because he is 21 and still lives at home, with his girlfriend, and their child.
"I need to use your computer.what's the password?"
"You are not using my computer," I groaned
"To fuck I'm not" He replied as he stood over me and starting shaking me awake, "Now what the fuck is the password?"
I'm a sucker, I give in too much and I hate that about me. So while my brother was downloading music and games and numerous viruses on my computer I got my happy ass out of bed and took a shower. It's not like I hate my brother (Maybe a strong dislike) but not hate, the only thing I hate is how he is treated like royalty by everyone in my family. How can I 21 year old, living at home with his parents with a girlfriend and their baby be treated like he does nothing wrong in the world? I get dick in my ass and everything turns into my fault.
Deborah
"You ready for school?" Deborah asked me
"Yeah I'm on way right now, you know where my car keys are?" I asked my "mom"
"On the kitchen table." She replied. I thanked her than grabbed vitamin water and headed out the door. Deborah is my mom, and no I do not call her mom. I believe that a title as such should be earned, and she has not earned it, so I continue to call her by her given name Deborah. It is not like she is a bad mom, and it's not how I'm making this out to be, it's just that the choices that she makes, and conclusions that she has come too have made me rethink her being my mom. For example, one day everything in our entire house was gone and moved out, on a sticky note on my bedroom door was a note that said WE MOVED, with our new address. when I got to the new place, my room was now the nursery, and MY room turned into the garage, so Deborah it is.
Girlfriend and the Baby
This one is short. they don't even deserve a name. And before you get mad and say, "How can I say that to a baby?" Think about being tossed out of your own family for a child that was only conceived by poking holes in the condom to stay with the father? They don't have a name and never will.
Becca
Becca would be the best friend. It's funny how the story between us happened. When we moved in 5th grade I had to transfer schools, but that has never scared me. So I went into 5th grade, in a brand new school and became the most popular kid in that damn school, But for Becca who has been going there since kindergarten did not have any recognition in that school and that pissed her off and created her hatred for me. Then I dated her best friend Taylor and now we are best friends. Confusing? I know.
Danny
Navy, eight pack, eight inches, sexy.. Trouble
Me
Hi, I will be the narrator to this story; I am crazy, and intelligent and very insightful. I even think at times that I am pregnant. I am only 19 and live at home with my brother, his nameless girlfriend and the baby that ruined my life, and my mom. I lay in bed at night wondering what will happen the next day to change my life, and nothing ever does, or at least I don't think it does, maybe it does? I really do not know. I don't like not knowing things, I need to know the outcome of everything, which is why I don't do relationships because you never know what will happen in the end and how everything will turn out, so I don't try. I write a lot, and I believe it's my passion I'm not to sure yet, because jacking off is beginning to catch up. I lost my virginity to some computer geek type guy with a huge tool that was trashed out of his mind. I only did it because I was tired of being a virgin, I was 13 he was 35; I feel asleep and have never had sex again. I'm gay and I love it, it's the one thing about myself that I'm comfortable with and that I love more than anything. I never had the pleasure to rethink my sexuality, or doubt myself, and try to MAKE myself something I'm not. I remember playing on the playground thinking if girls can chase and kiss boys then I will too. My crazy life has only just began, I am even scared to know how it turns out, it's another thing that I'm not sure that I know and what the outcome will be, all I know is that I'm gay, my favorite color Is green, I don't have a heart, which is why I can't love. and I'm dead.
Hi. I'm Jay, I'm writing this story. This is the introduction, the outline. If you like what you read so far you can email me at loveath87@yahoo.com Continue to read and ask questions.it's how we learn