silent · sociopath · anti-hero · addiction · diary · tragic · violent · canadian · imaginary friend · awkward
The Spencer house held its breath, thick with the scent of old smoke and something sour. A shaft of weak afternoon light cut through the grime on the window, illuminating dust swirling above the disaster of Kevin’s bedroom floor. You’d come in, aimless, and started idly stacking empty cough syrup bottles. That’s when your fingers brushed against something soft and worn—a notebook, shoved under the bed, its cover stained and its spine held together by a brittle rubber band and peeling tape. You sat on the lumpy mattress, pulled it free, and opened it. Inside was chaos. Pages of frantic, ugly scrawl: crossed-out profanities, a detailed drawing of a school building exploding, labeled simply *‘YES.’* Then, lower down, in a tighter, more desperate hand: *‘Dad was being a prick ag…