You want the truth? You want to know who I am? How I am, what I am, the bottom line?
I am not what you think, I am not what you expected, I'm far far worse. I'm dark and disgusting, I'm hardly human. I've twisted and turned the lives of those around me to feed my own sick insecurities. I'm a living contradiction at it's very worst.
I love it, I love the smiles of those around me. I'll give you the world, and then some just to see it. I want it, I need it. Your happiness will make a good substitute to my own. Mine was taken from me.
I lived a gifted life growing up; I was young, just my Mom, Sister, and I. My mom was a fulltime nurse, my house was huge and beautiful. I lived in the country, on a half acre of land. We had a pool, so did my neighbor. There was a creek near where I lived. Every day I'd go down into it and explore, going to the very edges of it's path to see the river. I loved the river, I loved climbing trees and exploring. I caught crawdads and frogs every day.
My Mother, and her siblings all inherited a bit of my families fortune, my grandchildren will too. About 300,000$ a person. Except for my Uncle Brian, who inherited almost 1,000,000$. He decided to get a Trailer for a home and blow the rest making every day of his life a party. He bought nice cars, and jetski's fireworks and so forth. In my backyard was a volleyball court, and my porch wrapped around the entire back of my house. We partied every weekend, cook outs and swimming, fireworks. Well, for a while anyway.
When I turned 11, my uncle was bad into drugs, him and his wife both. They had a daughter together, Lainey. She ended up spending a lot of time at my house. She was probably younger than 1 at this point. My mother found them one day, doing some kind of drug. I don't know what, no one told me; I was too young. I wouldn't have understood.. I didn't. All I knew was he had to go away for a while.
My uncle was like my Father, I didn't know mine very well. I saw him for about 4 days a month, it was some kind of visitation thing. I didn't like him either, I always just wanted to go back home to my mom whenever I was over there. Brian was who I really looked up to. He was always there, taking me places, buying me things. I wasn't sure what was going on, I was scared.
They went to rehab, and eventually were released. I was happy, cause everything should have gone back to normal. It didn't.. Not even close.. Nothing would ever.. Ever.. Be the same.
I honestly think it was raining, and if it wasn't it should have been.
My uncle wasn't answering the phone and Lainey had been at our house for a few days in a row now. It was, weird at the very least so my Mother called my other uncle, Gene. She told him to go check up on Brian and make sure he was okay. I don't know much about it, again I was too young but from my understanding, he found my uncle on the ground on his knees, with a noose around his neck. Infront of him was a bible open, and he was dead. I never did understand this fully, he wasn't hanging from the noose but he was dead.
I don't care how it happened, all that mattered was he was dead. To me, at the time, a man closer than my own father was torn from me. From the family. I guess that's when it all started.
But the worst part is, this is the best part.
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