( February 9th)
Dear Reader,
Have you ever been involved in an intervention? Or better yet, the one being intervented? It's horrible, I don't ever suggest it. Though I think a victim of an intervention has no choice to be involved or not. At least, I didn't have a choice.
It really sucks when your only friends left in life lock you in a room, sit you in a chair, and surround you like the knights of the round table. I thought they were gonna eat me. It's the most logical thing that came to my mind at the moment.
Of course, being my new self (if that's what you could call it) I refused to answer any of their questions. At least, the one's about the past. I hate the past. Everything about it. Especially the happy moments. They're pointless. Get your hopes up for a happy future then it's ripped away. By shards of glass, explosions and horrible thing's I'd rather not talk about.
This is why I come to you. Though you cannot respond, even the small thought of you reading these letters helps. It keeps me from hurting myself. Maybe someday I'll give you a return address.
Wow, I'm off subject.
Back to my horrible experience. At one point I got up to leave and Roy pinned me down. Even though Karen was yelling at him to stop, he held me down tight. He really wanted to know about what happened that night. It brought tears to my eyes. I like to tell myself that I forced the tears. No one needs a baby.
When Roy saw my tears he backed away and apologized. I felt bad and wiped my eyes. I remember telling him it was ok, but after that It's a little fuzzy. I guess I gave in to their pressure and told them everything. I have noticed that Garth looks at me different. I think he feels bad for me.
I hate when people feel bad for me.
Yours Truly,
Gar
AN: sorry this took me so long. i had little confidence in myself that i could write something worth reading. than i tried drawing and that failed. so i had to do something. :) you guys got lucky.