I rarely opened up to anyone about myself.I have kept a diary since I was six years old because my mother passed away the very same year.It was a day of heavy rainfall in the summer. The wind murmured unforgivingly as myriads of cicadas buzzed harmoniously.I woke up from a nap, and an unearthly sound filled the air.Bolts of flashes lit up the darkened sky as a wall of rain drummed on the ground. The mansion was vast and pitch-black, and its silence was deafening.I called out for my 'momma', but there was no response.I followed the whirring sound of thunder up the stairs, passing the long hallway. Step by step, approaching nothing but the worst nightmare of my entire life.There she laid as a single strike of lightning lit up the dark room, illuminating her face.She looked at peace—sound asleep.Later, the mansion was swarmed with people, filling the air with heavy and muffled sobs. I stood behind the adults, crisscrossing through the crowd. In front of me was Jerome You

After Veronica Choice married Jerome Young, she tried to win me over.It was funny how the homewrecker who killed my mother was still trying to get me to like her. Had she forgotten what she did, or was she trying to make up for what she did to cover up her guilty conscience?I hated Veronica Choice, and I hated Jerome Young.However, ever since then, I learned how to disguise myself.Perhaps the adult world was permeated with a sense of conceit. They thought every child was naive and easily manipulated.Presents, toys, snacks, and candies were all there was to a child's world.At least, that was what Veronica thought.I was so cooperative with her performance that I had successfully convinced her that I was a good-for-nothing kid who was pampered by his wealthy family.It was a useful disguise. Within all those years in the Young family, she never wasted her time and effort to plot against me. She spent her time seeking medical advice from countless places as she tried to conc

I was unsure of what came over me after that, but I started going to the fast-food restaurant every day after school.I found out that her name was Avery Johnson. She mentioned that she was a student who worked part-time while studying at the university nearby.A lot of the things I said to her, on the other hand, were far from true.The name I gave her was my classmate's name.The truth was that I did not want to show her the real me. That person was ugly inside and out, feared and resented by many.I complained to her about the amount of homework I had, just like the other kids in my class did. I ranted about the endless tutoring classes I was sent to every weekend. I rambled on and on about cartoons I had never even seen, as well as the abundance of toys I had at home but never touched.I had told her one truth—my parents had an awful relationship. They fought all the time, and that was why I never wanted to go home.She reacted with great sympathy. Sometimes she would sneak

I got better. I still went to see Avery Johnson from time to time.I do not know what made me do it. I just wanted to see her. I really, really wanted to see her.In between my 'check-ups' on her, I stumbled upon a side of her that I had never seen before.She was a hard worker, and she was incredibly diligent. She had a brilliant academic record. She was always gentle all the time to everyone.She had given a speech as valedictorian the year she graduated.I sat in the last row of the audience. My eyes never left her figure the entire time.Standing front and center of the spotlight, she seemed to glow. In an almost ironic contrast, I was curled up in the darkest of corners.How I longed to reach out for her hand, luminescent in the distance.How I longed to come into the light, how I longed to shine with her.

Real change always hurts. Staying off Avery Johnson's social media accounts hurt the most.However, I wanted to change so very desperately. I wanted her to meet me for the first time as a normal person.To most, being in university was a very joyous and carefree experience. To me, the first three years of university were the worst of my life.I frequented the hospital in a frantic attempt to recover and become normal as quickly as possible.I started working out and working on my attitude. I wanted to become a cheerful person. I did not want my first meeting with Miss Johnson to contain anything to do with fear.While time felt like it was moving slow as molasses, I started plotting my revenge against Jerome and Veronica.Jerome had played some part in raising me, after all. Thus, I was able to get my hands on more and more information as time passed.Luck struck upon me when I had least expected it to. It was before I even had a proper plan. Jerome had run into a bit of a hic