Douglas Ramsey's Diary [1/18]

by Benway

Warning: This story is not very nice, but then the 
world isn't very nice either. If want escape, read 
elsewhere. This story is not intended for children
of any age.

Some characters in this story belong to Marvel. 
Everything else belongs to me.

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Nov 12, 1983

This is the dairy of Douglas Winfield Ramsey. 
My Grandma Winfield gave it to me on my birthday 
(today). I am 5 years old. I will write in it every 
day. I also got some socks and underwear, and a 
book of Greke legends for my birthday. 

Nov 11/89

I am writing this because I don't know who to talk 
to. I have killed my Mother. All through this year, 
she had been making me sick, crying all the time 
for no reason. My dad never cries. Last week, when 
I was playing badminton  with the school team, they 
came to the championship. I played well, and placed 
second. My father actually smiled, and said Good 
Work. My Mother wept, and then started crying 
really loud. Everyone noticed. On the way home, I 
told her that she was stupid for doing that. She 
cried again, and Dad sent me to my room. Last 
night, I got home from school late because I stayed 
late at computer club. I knew I was going to get 
it. I came into the house, but no one was there. I 
heard Mom crying from upstairs, and I went up to 
their bedroom. I have never seen Dad cry before. He 
was holding Mom. They were both crying. I asked 
about dinner, and my Mom just started crying again. 
I went to my room. Dad came in later and said that 
my Mom had just found out that she had breast 
cancer. It's my fault. If I had been a better son, 
and hadn't made her cry all the time, she wouldn't 
be sick. She has to have an operation next week.