Hey guys I'm back... Sorry for not writing in a while (not that any of the zero views I've got give a fuck hahaha), but I've been busy "working"... ya' know the drill.
Anyway, as a teenager I was one of those invisible kids that nobody noticed. I wasn't even teased, I was like a desk or a wall in the classroom. I existed to exist. After I graduated high school I knew I didn't have a chance at college: no money, no IQ, no self esteem. Around that time papa completly disapeared. Seriously, he just vanished, I swear hell swalllod him or something. Lets just let the devil be bored by him from now on.
I spend sometime as a waiter spitting on food, some as busboy scaring old ladies, some as a cleaner ... name any crappy job and I had it. After being a total loser I just stopped. I stopped the day mama died. It was a very odd day, because you could say we were alone in the world, with dad vanished and the rest of the people that ever knew us not giving a fuck. I had no clue of what to do with the body: hire someone to bury her? with what money? Bury her myself? They would have thought that I killed her, and since I did have motives I didn't wanna screw with that. So I called a university and donated the body for "educational purposes". Hey, at least dead she help her community more than when she was alive.
So now it was just me. Me alone. Me at home. That house was mine, I think. I don't know where my mom's will is, or the house legal papers. Still I kept living there and there didn't seem to be a problem, no one cared, the house was too small and too ugly anyway.
I was unemployed. I was alone. I didn't know what to do. So I started to clean the house. I cleaned the kitchen and threw most things away. I cleaned the living room and threw most things away. I entered my mom's room, and as I was cleaning her closet and was getting ready to throw all her dresses away... something occurred to me.
I'll tell you what happened soon, until then I have some dresses to wear and some bills to pay.
Yours truly,
Pete
