Alexander Dickson

Silent Hill: Town of Unforgetable Memori
2002-06-01 17:24:20 (UTC)

History repeating itself

I woke up about 5pm today, recovering after my late night
Buffy marathon with Ruth. More to the point, I was
awakened by the sound of knocking at my window, but I was
in no mood to get up. Then I hear a chap at the door, its
mother, she wants to talk to me. It's about the bank card
again. I don't care enough to phone them. I hate phones,
plain and simple and don't use them if I don't have to. If
she's so damned concerned about it then she can get
someone to pretend to be me. Stuart can do it. As far as I
am concerned, I wasn't aware of that stupid £100 and I
don't want to know of it. Seems thats what she did. I
doubt I'll ever see the money anyway, good riddance.

I find it hard to remain objective about my parents
splitting up. Each and every day, more information
regarding my mother's treachery is brought to my
attention. Are these facts merely coincidence that my
father is using to warp my mind, or is my image of my
mother a ridiulous mirage that I hold onto to stop myself
from losing another piece of my humanity. I feel powerless
to stop anything from happening, content but not happy in
my life. Now this life that I make myself content in is
threatened. The rent for the house and council tax have
tripled causing my father to worry about surviving. I have
to find a job, but I don't know how...

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