{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deftab709{\fonttbl{\f0\froman\fprq2\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.21.2509;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\lang1033\b\f0\fs24 Journal Entry #108 - 7/2/2011\par \b0\par My life is perfect. I have a loving family, a wonderful girlfriend, and we're about to get married. I hope that the whole world can have such a good life, just like me.\par \par My brother's arrived from Europe. He's been there for the past 6 years, helping his friend get used to the place. He fits the \ldblquote bad boy\rdblquote stereotype quite well, but he's a wonderful guy, always helping people out. I open the door for him. He greets me, and I hug him. He walks into the other room, and my parents introduce him to my girlfr- What is he doing, slap him, slap him, don't just french him... Isn't this a form of Stockholm Syndrome, he just tried to rape you or something, why aren't my parents doing anything?\par \par I try to tell him that she and I are engaged. He isn't listening, and my 'loving' girlfriend is telling him that she loves him. My brother asks her out, she says yes. I ask her if she even cares about me. She asks for my name.\par \par \b Journal Entry #109 \endash 7/3/2011\par \b0\par They're together. As in, \i together\i0 together. I keep asking if she even remembers the past, and she says that her memory isn't that good.\par \par \b Journal Entry #110 \endash 3/20/2015\par \b0\par It's been several years. My ex and my brother have been together this whole time. It's like they hate me, they don't even go to a love hotel for their rather loud activities. Every day, I ask her if she remembers anything about the past years. She says that she remembers a bit, about how we were good friends, but that's it.\par \par \b Journal Entry #111 \endash 1/1/2016\par \b0\par They're engaged. She told me before my brother formally announced it. I have no reason to live, but I know that I can't bring myself to pull the damned trigger. I asked her if she remembered anything, and she told me that she did. She remembered everything. But she loved my brother now, and she was sincerely sorry.\par \b\par \b0 ---\par \b\par \b0 Well, my brother made the announcement. I walked away, and he asked me why I couldn't be happy for him. I told him everything, about how he stole my life and left me with nothing. He looked at me with a psychotic smirk, and everything appeared in my head. He altered their memories. He can control them, all of them, and the only reason that my ex remembered anything is because my love for her was strong enough to break the control, as clich\'e9 as that might seem. The reason he screwed me over is because he can't control me, only transmit images. No memory altering, no mind reading, nothing. He wanted to make my life hell before killing me. I told him to fuck off. Dad walked in the room as I said this. So I'm writing this from my room, severely injured from my father's fists. He's gonna come back, and make me drink a can of kerosene, then drop a lit match down my throat. But, that's not gonna happen.\par \par I grabbed the gun from my closet, and fully loaded it. Dad walked into the room. Off goes his head. Mom walks up to me with a knife. Too bad her legs aren't working anymore. I walk into the next room. My ex and my brother getting it on. Their bodies were close enough that I didn't have to waste two bullets on them.\par \par I blinked once, and everything was exactly how it was before my rampage. Dad entered the room with the kerosene. My brother personally offered to do the act. Kerosene tastes horrible. Don't drink it.\par \par My life isn't perfect. I have a hating family, a slut ex-girlfriend, and her and my brother are about to get married. I hope that the whole world can fucking burn, just like me.\par }