Hey there. (: my first HON fanfic. MUST MUST MUST READ THE BOLDED PARTS!
Okay so you could say I was not happy with my parent's ways so I wrote this "diary entry"- notice the quotations because it isn't totally about my personal life. This morning when I got up I read it over and decided that it could apply to Zoey.
WARNING: contains suicidal content…don't read if, you think you are going to rant to me that I'm wrong, diss me, don't read. If you're going to say, "This is a whole load of sh*t then I suggest you don't read it. If you're a parent and reading this…please be an understanding one. Again, for reviews if you are going to do NOT say anything, if you have nothing nice to say.
Dear Mom and "Dad"
Try putting you in my shoes. Being a teen is so much harder than holding a job. Teens may seem care-free, careless... Sure you have risk of getting fired, and hang to deal with bitchy people, but if you think about... You can only get fired once from each job, and you can often find another job. Teens have a risk of getting kicked out of the house. Once they get kicked out there's no going back. There's no "other home" other than for you to sit on the streets and die. As for bitchy people, we teens have to deal with that too, it takes one word for us to knock them out, but we resist that the best we can. When you deal with bitchy people they can't get revenge because they are in the office if they try you can prove it easily and the risk their career. When you're a teen, revenge just could mean getting you sent to the graveyard before you could say, "help me" you'd be dead. You think have to deal with shit in your lives? The taxes, the jobs, the financial issues, the bitchy children, medical bills... Teens may not have to deal with money related issues as much as you guys do but we do have to deal with, drug addiction, suicide, crappy teachers that drive us insane, violence, gang related activities, peer pressure, depression and so much more. I think I'd rather deal with taxes and a crappy job than suicide. I'm pretty darn sure you didn't enjoy your parents comparing you to others. Well we aren't others, we are ourselves, and if we were to compare you to a highly intelligent ape, you'd say you're not an ape, well I got news for you: we aren't those highly intelligent kids! If you say we teens make a bunch of stupid mistakes, hell yeah we do, do some of us regret them? Yes. Do we apologize? Yes. But is it good enough for you parents? Apparently not. You'd say regretting killing someone doesn't prefer you from going to jail. You'd say no matter how sorry we'd be we would still put in jail. We can protest all we want and say that's different. A murder and not doing a chore is two completely different things. What if we told you that no matter how regretful you were, or no matter how sorry you would be, your child wouldn't forgive you? Is loosing your job the same as loosing your child's trust, faith, and love? Obviously not. Do you we teens enjoy the sound of your yelling? No. Do you enjoy your boss yelling at you? I don't think so. Though we know it's your job to do that parent job, as your boss is to "boss" you around, you could put it in a slightly nicer way so we wouldn't be so offended, and mean to you. I'm sure if you boss told you to do something and said please, you'd be grateful... We teens aren't stupid/emotionless, we have feelings too you know? If you parents told us we have so much more free time, so much more fun, so much freedom, well you're wrong. Have you ever thought of, we dealing with people in a way that you never imagined and might endanger our lives? We got up at 6 am to get ready for school, possibly be preparing for death, dealing with crappy teachers, dealing with bitchy people, get a load of shit home, get the crap beaten out of us, and then have to deal with parental wrath of doing chores, and homework, and constant comparison; along with a few problem of our own like depression and suicide you parents never cared to ask about. You can tell me where the freedom comes in... You guys restrict us to parties, and some of us understand that, and in our free time you ask us to study and if we don't do as you ask, we get in trouble. The same goes for the workplace, but the boss can't hit you nor fire you because you only missed one and it wasn't that important. We teens are mentally hurt by your comments but we don't show it, we are also physically hurt by your hitting but we try not to cry. Until you find us with slit wrists bleeding on the floor, hanging by a rope, or with a gun lying next to us, you'll realize how much we had to pull through. But then it's too late. Isn't it? No matter how hard we teens try to please you parents you never seem to be pleased. So in the end...we just give up.
We aren't asking to be treated like we're royals. We just ask you to understand.
-Zoey
So…. do NOT say anything, if you have nothing nice to say. Other than that…how was it? I wrote this at what? 1:20 am? Yeah. Again this is from what I can see from Zoey… R+R please? –Ana
a/n: if this causes too much controversy I will take it down.