Douglas Ramsey's Diary [13/18]

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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April 12/89

I am staying very close to Kerry. It bothers her, 
but she believes me about Nathan and Dave and Glenn. 
She said that Nathan was just in there because his 
parents were Christians and couldn't deal with 
their son being gay. She said her parents couldn't 
deal with the whole goth thing, and put her in here 
to chill out. It seems that being a goth involves a 
lot of thinking about death, and this bothered her 
mom, who was a shrink. 

April 13/89

Dad came to visit. I cried and asked him to get me 
out of here. He seemed upset with me, and said that 
I had to stay here or I wouldn't get better. I told 
him it wasn't working. He said I had to wait. I 
asked him how long, and he said until I get better. 
I said that Wendy had been here for ten years. Dad 
said I wouldn't be here that long. He doesn't know 
what he's talking about. I don't need to Hear 
anything to know that.

April 14/89

I was sent to the chapel again today. After the 
pastor lied to us for an hour, I went off into a 
corner of the chapel and begged God to forgive me 
for how mean I had been to my Mom. He wasn't 
listening. Why do people do this? No-one except 
crazy people ever hear him speak to them anyways, 
so I should be able to hear something.

April 15/87

Something happened with Glen again today. I got so 
scared, I tried to phone my Dad on the payphone. He 
doesn't like me phoning during the day, but he 
wasn't there. Mrs. Harris said he was working at 
home. I tried to phone home a lot of times. He 
wasn't there, or maybe he had the phone off the 
hook because he was busy. He does that a lot and 
Mom always yells at him about it. Nurse Greville 
stopped me from phoning and said that I mustn't 
bother him because he was busy at home. I asked if 
he had phoned to tell her that and she said no and 
I could See she was lying. I asked why he was so 
busy and she said that we would be moving soon and 
he had to sell the house. It made me think of the 
day when I was six when we put all of Grandpa 
Winfield's books in boxes so we could get the rooof 
fixed. There's nothing left now.