My Diary of Life.
The last page of Chris's diary,
I hated my life. Since the day I was born, I was taught that hierarchy was a form of life. I knew life as a flight of stairs, waiting for me to climb. One wrong step and I will be down. Nothing matters but the future. Present were nothing but a bunch of lies, made to make me hate. I hated so much that devil consumed my soul. When I was five, I waited at the door for my father. He never appeared. My mum told me he will and I trust her. Why did she lie to me? Lie to my face? Hurt me? Crushed my hopes and dreams? I hated her, why did she do that? Then one day my brother came. He came to bring me to his world. A world without emotions will be the best world for me and he brought me there. Probably if my heart wasn't filled with hatred, I probably had stayed. They forced me. The world forced me to go there. Yes, Wyatt did torture me when he was a kid but since we left the world for the underworld, everything was beautiful. He felt nothing for me and so am I. My emotions were erased by the great source. He helped me. I no longer feel love and I am happy or not, considering I can never feel again. But it didn't matter because its emotion that brings happiness and its emotion that brings sorrow. Emotion was what that brought to my downfall. Everything should not have happened. I deserved it. I killed myself because I wanted to feel again but I realised I was deceived. He never cared, never once. I thought he cared. I stabbed my heart to release my emotions, hoping he will heal me and loved me once again. I was wrong. He stood there and watched me bled to death. Now that I am a ghost trapped in the world filled with emotions, I realised as much as I hate to deny the fact that emotions create humanity, it did. I regretted giving my emotions to the source. Maybe if I have kept it, he could have felt my loved as a son for him, instead of hating me forever. I deserved his hate. My sins owed him more than my life. I took his everything. He hated me and I deserved it. At least I saw his tears while he let me die. He will not admit that he loved me but I did love him.
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