AN: I know its been awhile but I've had exams and then just lost all interest in another story I was writing so this came of that.

All the chapters will be in chronological order and I will be taking prompts as to what people will want to happen.


March 23rd 1987

Dear Diary,

I hate my life.

I hate everything about it.

Whenever Sammy and I go to out everyone gushes over him, saying how cute he is or how clever he is and must have started walking or talking early and all that stuff. That's all it is.

Sammy Sammy and more Sammy.

All I get is brushed aside. Why must I always be the adult? I'm 8. Why can't I go out and be like any other kid. I just get so angry over it and …and I hit a kid because of it. Mrs Lowry pulled me out of class and asked me why.

When I told her it was because I was angry and didn't know why she asked…well more told me to start a diary or journal to try and work through it.

Me, I think it's a bunch of baloney. Why would talking about any of my life help me out?

It's…it's stupi…it might be worth a try. Ohh well I may as well give it a try.

Well what annoys me most? What annoys me most? Urm….school…no, no. People thinking Sammy is smart and I'm the stupid one. Who are they to say he is stupid just because Sammy id curious and can remember a lot of stupid stuff.

I'm not stupid. I had to teach Sam how to read, walk and write. I had to do that while struggling with my own problems. I didn't talk for 2 years after Mom died. How was I supposed to teach Sam to talk? Why was it me who had to do that? Why did Dad have to travel so much and talk to so many people in private? Why? Because of the demon that killed Mom.

Sammy was almost 3 when he took his first steps and is finally starting to string together sentences now. Most people thought he didn't talk because he was shy but he wasn't. All the judgment on him did make him shy though.

If I'm being honest Sammy isn't the one who I'm angry at. I'M NOT EVEN ANGRY AT THE DEMON. I read up at Bobby on demons and it said that did things for reasons…more or less. I don't know and I don't care. All I know is Mommy is gone and she took Dad with her.

He's so focused and intense now….I don't know my Dad anymore. He told me if I wanted to help him make things better then I had to do as he said and help him catch the demon.

He started to teach me how to hold and shoot a gun and said one day he will take me with him to find the monster. I hope he does. Dad seems happier when he is teaching me all this, I want him happy.

But I also want Sammy happy. Sammy who crawls into my bed in the middle of the night because he had a night terrors. He wakes me up just to be held. Dad won't do it. Says he needs to toughen up but…Sammy is just a baby.

He needs protecting and he doesn't need to know that his nightmares are real. That would really freak him out.

This diary really isn't making me less angry. If anything it's making me more so. All I'm doing is going round and round giving myself more people and stuff to be angry about.

I mean I want to be angry at Uncle Bobby for telling my Dad about monsters and how to kill them. If he didn't do that then I wouldn't be scared of what could happen to Dad and I could have friends, and toys, and…and a family.

All I want is a family again.

Great I'm crying now. Guess this thing really is useless, it's supposed to make me feel better. Guess Mrs Lowry was lying to me like everyone else does.

How are you meant to end these…I don't know I'll come up with something.

Peace out? Yeah peace out. I like that, nice and easy. Awesome.

Peace out