Sentimental: Hello there! Here's Chapter 1, I hope you enjoy! D
Story Inspiration: The song Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin
Disclaimer: Own nothing, never will...I despise this cruel world. D
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Diary of Ray
Page 1
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"Ray, are you sure you're okay, my boy?" Mr.Dickenson asked as he crouched down beside him. I watched as Ray's lip dripped more blood and his body shaking heavily. His right arm limp, and nearly as fragile looking as spaghetti, his hair untied from it's wrap and his forehead scratched and bruised. Blood spilling from nearly everywhere on his body, it's suprising he hadn't been knocked unconcious yet from the blood-loss...But it is Ray we're talking about. He would keep on hanging in there even if he was shot in the chest.
"Y-y...yeah..I...I'm..f-fine...M--Mr...Dicken..son..." he smiled at the older man, and struggled to get off his knees while breath at the same time. I don't know what had come over me, but I walked over to Ray, and pciked him up, bridal style.
"Listen to me, Ray,"I growled while walking away from the others,"You are NOT fine, don't even say you are."
"B..but.."he started, but I cut him off.
"No! I don't care if we don't go to South Korea, I don't care if we're disqualified from the tournaments, I just don't fucking care, you hear me? You're more important then any tournament we go to, you're more important then any tournament we win! So don't start telling us to go, because I won't allow it!" I looked down at him, his amber orbs filling with tears. As I looked closer into those eyes of his, I noticed something...different...As if something wasn't there anymore. Then it hit me...
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"Is he going to be okay, Kai? Is he?" Max asked me, fear inside his voice.
I sighed,"Yes, Max, Ray's going to be fine. Just keep switching the cloth on his head every few minutes." With that said, I shot a quick glance at the neko-jin then swept out of the room, and into mine. I locked the door and went to lay on my bed, where I pulled the book from underneath the pillow. I know this wasn't the right thing to do...but it seemed as though it was telling me to read it again...
"Wesday Joon 29 1992
tooday dad lEt mE go wit him too his wurk
he lEt his mr boss pursen sow m3 arond da plas
it wuz pwedy wit all da pikturs on da wals
nd i met dis kid but i forgt his nam
i r3mEmbr dat he wuz nis
nd sed we wood b fwends fowevr!
nd agen wen we wnt bak homE dad slap m3 agen
den he tak my shrt off nd hit m3 wit dese wirE tingz
mum trid too stop him but hE hit her too
y dad do dis?
ray"
My jaw tightened, as my hands gipped into the book. "Whoever his father is, wherever he is, I will find him and he shall forever regret doing this to Ray. That damn bastard." I was about to close the book, when I noticed more writing for that day, so of course, I started reading again...
"Wesday Joon 29 1992
im skard rite now
dad is beetin mom up nd wunt stop!
nd he sed he wood beet mE up too, evn wurs den wat he did alredy!
i cwyin wite now
y is he doen dis? y?
i dun lik dad
i rlly rlly dun
...mum stopd sceamin but...
it dusnt seem rite..
dad cumin for m3
i heEr him
i dun wanna
i d---"
The only thing left on the page was a pencil line going nearly all over the place, and dried patches of blood. I could feel my eyes starting to water...His past, just from reading his entries from those days...It was already worse then what I had gone through, yet he still smiled...He still smiled, hiding what he truly felt inside. Holding that mask on his face for nearly his whole life...
Why though? We were all great friends now..well except for maybe Tyson and I...but I still don't understand why he hasn't told us about this? He couldn't have forgotten about it, nobody can forget something as bad as that...
"Kai, Kai! Come quick, hurry up!" I heard the frantic screams of Tyson come from Ray's room, and as fast as I could, I put the diary back under the pillow, unlocked my door and ran to where everyone was crowded around.
"What's going on?" I asked harshly, glaring at the Japanese.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't look at me like that, I did nothing!" babbled Tyson, then pointed at Ray,"Something's wrong with him, look!"
When I glared at him once more, I turned my gaze onto Ray, and I was completely and utterly shocked. His pupils had become white, while his iris's had become a misty-grey, his skin had become so white, it was practically see-through. And the only thing registering in my mind at that moment was,"Call the hospital."
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Once Ray got into the Emergency Room, along with Mr.Dickenson, it seemed as though someone knew what was going on and phoned the hospital, telling them to send Ray to Russia, the reason unspoken. He's already been rushed into a helicopter on it's way over to where I was born. We shall be seeing him in a week.
So I lied there on my bed, resting, just resting. Until I remembered about the little secret under my pillow. After sitting up, I grabbed the object again, and turned to the next entry...
"Saturday, August 23/97
This morning was like all those other Saturday mornings. Father beats me up again, while mother is never there to comfort me.
Why did the gods give me this life? I mean, what have I done to them? NOTHING.
That's what, nothing!
And I can't believe how long it's been since I last wrote in here, how long HAS it been anyway?
5 years? That stupid jackass of a father wouldn't give this back, he knows how special it is to me!
Grandmother gave it to me when I was four. Bless her and mother's souls.
And DAMN, I was not expecting this to happen. A car just zooms pass me and all of a sudden I'm on my knees.
Blood was everwhere on me, it hurt to breathe, what the HELL happened?
So right now I'm in the hospital, writing this. Thank gosh I don't have to go home, I didn't want to have my annual father-son "fun" time.
Okay, so I also guess you want to know what happened over the past 5 years, right?
Well in 1993, I got beaten up by my father, and nearly everyone at school.
1994 is the same as 1993.
1995 is the same as 1994 and 1993.
So-on, so-forth.
My life freaking sucks.
Ray"
I re-read this entry for a few minutes, maybe it was a couple of hours? I'm not sure, but all I know is that today was too weird, as if it was planned to do this...Or maybe I'm just losing it. I'd have to choose the latter. But still, the exact same thing happened today that happened to him on the twenty-ninth of August, except this time a bit more extreme...Maybe.
I still don't understand why Ray was sent to Russia? Was he also sent to Russia after that entry? I'm just so confused...
What's going on right now? It doesn't seem right, it doesn't seem right at all...
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"Kai! Ray's okay! He's coming back, we don't have to go to Russia!" Tyson's obnoxious voice rang in my ears, as he jumped up and down on the sofa, after getting a call from Stanley Dickenson.
"Isn't it great?" The blonde-american piped in as he also jumped on the sofa. Paying no interest on the two, I got up off my chair and sternly walked to my room, where I yet again locked the door and lay on my bed. Sighing, I rubbed my temples. Nothing was making sense. Ray just left only 3 hours ago, and he's better already?
...Still, why am I getting so worked up over this? I mean Ray's fine and that's all that matters, isn't it?...Isn't it?
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"RAY!" I watched as Tyson and Max kept on hugging Ray, as he just kept on laughing.
"It's glad to hear you guys too!" he said between laughs...wait...hear? I turned to Mr.Dickenson who seemed just as confused as to why he had said that, and as I turned back it seemed as though the two hyper ones hadn't noticed.
Today isn't making any sense, it's not making any sense at all...
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Sentimental: Yeah, sorry if it's not all that great. I've been tired lately. So, I still hope you liked this chapter, aand if you didn't..That's fine with me too since I'm not all that overly-happy with this one. I may rewrite it later. o-o;;