Disclaimer: See chapter1.
Dear diary.
22 June 2066
Waking up I knew that I had to talk to dad. I walked straight into his office to be honest I wasn't even awake properly. My dad just looked me up and down. I didn't care at that moment. I had to let him know what I've found on the internet that morning while everyone was still asleep. I just had to tell him. Like my friend had told me to do. So while my brain was still waking up and while I still had the guts to do it I started to explain.
I told dad of the videos I've seen and listened to and before I could get to the part I wanted to tell him he stopped me and told me that it can be fixed and that he had a call to take. I told him that he should listen to what I want to say. When he turned I lost it and just ran from the room. One's again I ended up on the internet. Yup. One's again my poor friend had to read my angry messages.
I told her what had happened and that I'm not talking to father again. She felt my anger I guess. Man I shouldn't do this to her. Why do I turn to her? She doesn't deserve this. Not even a friend as mixed up as me. She told me to hold on, to not give in. She said that I'm strong and should keep my chin up no matter what. She reminded me of our saying. Never give up at any cost. If she only knew how close her words had hit home this day.