Dear Reader,

Dear Reader,
If you find this, then I'll be really grateful if you read it. If you find it, you should know that you were chosen. You should know that you were sent from heaven to me, because for me, reading this would be the most helpful thing anyone can do.
I didn't know my life would change like this, reader. I didn't know things could get this bad, but it's okay. I'm still grateful, at least I have something to write with and someone to write for. Writing can really be helpful. If you're mad about something, reader, I think you should write about it, it helps.
I hope I don't make you cry, reader, because if you're reading this right now, you're special to me, and I don't like to make people cry. Especially if I care about them.
I'm sorry for what you're about to read. I'm sorry to write it.
Here's my story.
(Author's Note: The story's rated yellow because it has too much aggression in it.)


3. Chapter Three

6th - June - 2013


Dear Reader, 

I've just woken up, I haven't even had my morning Nescafe yet. I like to drink it everyday, it keeps me awake. 

I will go now to drink Nescafe and wear something to go to the baseball match Eric told me about yesterday. I'll write as soon as I can. 


I've decided to take my typewriter with me to the match. This way everything I write will be freshly written. I bought a new, huge bag that can fit the small typewriter. It's not as heavy as I thought it would be, but it's definitely not that easy to carry around. I like carrying it though. I'm not in my way to the match. Eric's driving and I am writing. He knows nothing about my writing, and I don't think I want to tell him. What I'm writing, reader, is only for you to read. My story's all yours, and only yours. I will do my best to let it be yours only. We've reached the stadium, so I'll continue later. 


My team's losing, so I thought I'd write a bit. Everyone's laughing at me for bringing the typewriter here, but I don't care. You know, reader, I think I really like doing this. Maybe my life isn't such an interesting life, but that's even better. I've been thinking about it. If your life was worse or as boring and normal as my life, then you'll be feeling better reading about me. You won't feel alone, in fact you may feel blessed. We're all alike, humans. The only differences between us are our looks, wealth and characters, but we're all the same somehow. We were created in the same way, we all get hungry, thirsty, mad, sad, happy, hopeful. We all get those emotions even if we don't express them always. 


The match's over and I'm waiting for Eric in the car. He said he wants to get one more hot dog. He's eating three so far, and that's not even his record.

Something spooky's happening. I think some people are staring at me and talking about me. They look like they're about to come and talk to me or something. Well, maybe not exactly talk to me, they look like they're about to beat me up. 

Maybe I'm overreacting, don't worry reader. I always expect the worse in everything and it turns out to be a simple matter. Eric's not here yet, and I'm thinking of calling him, but I don't feel like talking in the phone in front of them. That'll probably make them think I'm calling the police or something and it would make me all suspicious. 

Again, I might be imagining all this stuff, these people were probably lost and pointing at something behind me and talking about it. They weren't really talking about me, and why would they? I've never done anyone any harm. It's true and I'm not being self-centered. It's not because I'm too good or anything, but I'm just not the type of guys who likes problems, in fact, I think peace is all the world needs to be a better place. 

Reader, I think I mightn't have been imagining the whole thing. These people, they're coming towards me. There's a lot of them, and they're carrying something - Someone. I think that's... I think that's Eric they're carrying. 

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