Douglas Ramsey's Diary [7/18]

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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March 8/89

They moved me to the retard class in the basement. 
The guidance counselor said it would just be 
temporary until they could do some tests. They 
think I am crazy, too. I am now in the class with 
Crazy Mary and Fat Linda, and Brian the Drool. We 
just sit there while Mr Wilson, the special ed 
teacher, talks nicely to us. I can Hear the pity 
that he tries to hide and it makes me sick.

March 9/89

Got beaten up by Kyle today. Mike said he didn't 
want to be my friend any more. He really meant it 
too. I Heard him. I kind of like Crazy Mary now; 
she Sees things like I do, the difference is, the 
things that she sees don't make any sense. The 
things that I See and Hear are just all too real.

March 12/89

Fat Linda pinned me against the wall when 
Mr. Wilson was out of the room. She smells bad. Mary 
pulled her off me, but I saw Linda's face and it 
was worse than Cathy. After school, I went to see 
the doctor. I told him that I was fine (I lied), 
and I complained that the retards weren't allowed 
to use the computer. He told me that I wasn't a 
retard, but that I would be back in normal school 
soon (he lied, I could See it). We talked about 
badminton for a while, and that made me feel 
better. 

March 13/89

This is the worst week in my life. Mom is going 
away tomorrow, and Dad is going with her. He will 
come back in a week. In the meantime, I have to go 
to Mrs. Pavic's for meals. In school, a horrible 
thing happened. We had a long assembly (all 
morning) and I had to sit next to Brian the Drool. 
Ten minutes into the assembly he shit himself. I 
had to sit there next the stink for two hours. I 
can Smell things too. When he got up, I saw the 
shit stain on the back of his jeans and I almost 
threw up. When I got home, I cried all night. I 
haven't cried since I was a baby. Dad never cries. 
I don't think that I'm going to get better.