The Moon and the Stars
Chapter 2
Dear Diary,
It has been a while since I've written, but let me update you on some of the things that have happened. First with my parents, they have filed for divorce and it is about time. I have a family or had one that were always on the rocks. They would be nice to each other one minute and then break out into an argument the next. My father was abusive and cursed a lot, while my mother was always a nice and gentlewoman. How they ended up together, I don't know.
My Brother, Milliardo was kicked out at 16 for talking back to my father. My mother ran out after my brother and I'm sure they had a conversation about my father. Now, secretly my mom gives my brother money to help him out with living on his own. My mother has no say in anything when my father's around, but she claims that she loved him. Who could ever love a man like that?
Heero, you know the cute boy from school? Well I've gotten to know him a little better, the keyword is "a little better." All I know is he's quiet, antisocial, glares at people and the girls are all over him, because they think of him as a "bad boy." I really believe he's a kind boy with family problems like me. I have dreams about him, no not sexually, just dreams, weird dreams that can't be explained.
My mother has been seeing this guy and he is worse than my father is. His name is John and he looks at me like the way a pimp looks at his prostitute. He scares me; my father scared me but never looked at me like that. My father treated me as a stress ball, he would yell at me or hit me to get rid of stress. Yes, extreme pain, diary.
Diary, I still haven't figured a way for a perfect suicide, but I feel it should be of grace and beauty. Weird, a beautiful way to kill myself, I know. Maybe dress myself in a sparkly silver dress that passes my feet, then lay down with my arms crossed over my chest in a casket filled to the top, with bright blue water and drown myself. In the most beautiful and graceful way possible.
Well, I have to go to sleep. The clock just 12:00 midnight and I'm very tired, so I'll write as soon as possible.
Relena
Next Morning:
"Relena, breakfast is ready." Relena's mother yelled up the stairs.
"Coming, Mom." She yelled back through her partly opened door. She put on her slippers and walked down the stairs. She walked to the kitchen and was stunned to see her brother, now 19, sitting at the breakfast table.
"Milliardo." She whispered happily and ran over to him, giving him a big hug.
"How are you, Relena?" He said into her ear. She pulled away and looked at his face.
"Fine." She said and smiled then took a seat next to her brother.
"So do you have a boyfriend, yet." He said smirking and Relena looked down.
"No, but there is a boy I have a crush on." She said and smirked.
"Oh is that true." Her mom said and placed the food on the table, then took a seat next to her daughter. "Who is this young man?"
"None of your business. And besides he has no interest in me." Relena said and reached for bread.
Ding-Dong!
"Who could that be?" Milliardo said and smirked. "Maybe your boyfriend." He looked at Relena.
"Or Mom's." She said looking in disgust at the man who just walked into the door. A cigarette was hanging from the man's mouth and he kissed her mom passionately. "That man disgusts me." He walked to the kitchen and smiled widely.
"Johnny, this is my son, Milliardo and you already know Relena." He mom said using her hand to address them.
"Nice to meet you, Milliardo." He said and Milliardo smiled slightly.
"Same here." Milliardo said and they shook hands. Then he looked over to Relena and smirked. Relena picked up her plate and got up.
"And how's my little lady doing?" He said hoarsely and smacked her butt. Relena glared at him and said,
"Just fine, thank you." She walked towards the stairs with her plate of food and walked towards the stairs. She turned around and said, "May I be excused, I get sick while eating around cigars." Her mother nodded and she walked up the stairs to her room.
Dear Diary,
That man disgusts me, they way he presents himself. He looks like bum right off the streets. I haven't described him to you have I diary. Well first of all, he is a slightly built man with a shaved moustache; it is dark around where he had the moustache. He wears brown baggy pants with cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, a white shirt and a baggy brown jacket with a cigar hanging from his mouth. He looks like he is straight out of an old western movie.
I know that my brother doesn't like him, because of the way he stared at him. I hate the way mom calls him Johnny. Seriously I believe my mother has no taste in men.
Well diary that's all I have to say.
Story written by Despair's Desire
Relena