EARNSHAW, damon noah.

[DAMON NOAH EARNSHAW.]

damon noah earnshaw , ------------
----------------------------------------- NINETEEN , HUMAN , NEUTRAL , AMBITIOUS.

“IN RETROSPECT I WOULDN’T DO IT AGAIN. STOP TALKING SHIT TO EVERY
ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS. I’M NOT THE SAME BOY YOU KNEW BACK THEN.”

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journal entry one.

mum’s been giving me really weird looks lately. i don’t know if she’s just having a rough week or if something’s actually wrong, because she keeps leaving any room i happen to walk into. i tried asking dad what her deal was but he sort of brushed me off as well; one of the famous earnshaw traits, apparently. they’ve both been ignoring me all week. maybe mum’s upset because i’m moving out in a couple weeks, but that’d be a bit ridiculous. i’ve been living with them for a full year after graduation. they both know i’m not cut out for college, they’ve known this for three years now. she knew this day would come eventually, so can she really needs to calm down and just let it go. it’s not like i’m moving to the other side of the world, it’s just london.


journal entry two.

moving day’s four days away. most of my bedroom is packed up and it’s looking a lot scarier the closer it gets. it’s gonna be weird at first, living alone, especially in that piece-of-crap apartment i got. not that i mind its shitty condition, because as long as i’m in the center of the city it doesn’t matter to me. i’ve wanted this since i was twelve, it’s time to put the master plan into action.


journal entry three.

two days. everything is packed up. my room looks so .. empty. it’s really depressing, actually. i’m never going to sleep in this house again and be able to call it my home. what are my parents gonna do when i’m not around to piss them off and take up all their time? i suppose they’ve got hobbies and things. i don’t know. mum’s on the brink of a meltdown and it would be funny if she was anybody else’s mother. i tried talking to her about it but she just burst into tears and ran. maybe it’s pms.


journal entry four.

i have a brother. not just a brother, a twin brother. what the fuck is happening? they’re obviously lying to me, trying to psych me out or something. but that makes no sense. i’m not moving out now, obviously. mum made me unpack everything and said she and dad will pay for the apartment’s rent until i actually move in. apparently i’m living here again, indefinitely. i don’t understand what’s going on. they won’t tell me anything else. they just keep saying things like, “you’ve got a brother, damon. a twin. we’ll tell you about him tomorrow, i promise.” but when i ask dad more about this alleged brother of mine, he snaps at me for upsetting mum. there isn’t a minute of the day now that she isn’t walking around the house crying her eyes out. this is so stupid, i’m going to find out what’s happening or i’m just up and leaving.


journal entry five.

well this is depressing. apparently he actually exists – they showed me some baby pictures from when we were really little, right before they gave him up. i vaguely recall seeing these before, but i must have always thought it was just me and one of my cousins. my life’s a lie, cool.


journal entry six.

his name’s mitchell. mum sent him a letter several days ago. he hasn’t written back yet. this is killing her, but i for one completely understand where he’s coming from if he’s already gotten the letter. if i was him, i’d never want to speak to her again. but maybe he knew that he was adopted all along and had long since accepted the fact. if i’m the only one who was left in the dark, i will not be pleased.


journal entry seven.

i don’t want to meet him. i mean, i don’t know. maybe i do. this is too confusing. i still haven’t moved out .. she won’t let me.


journal entry eight.

i’ve taken to locking myself up in my room, which is completely unpacked again and looking like home. i hate it. things aren’t exactly the way they used to be and it’s bugging me, but i can’t seem to arrange them properly. the entire family dynamic completely went up in flames. mum’s so stupid. she should have either never told either of us that we have a brother, or not have given him up in the first place.


journal entry nine.

fuck this, i’m re-packing and getting out of here as soon as possible. i can get one of my friends to drop by and take all my stuff, then i’ll sneak out or something. i’m not staying here the way things are. if the kid wants to write her back then fine. if not, well. i’ve gotten on without him for nineteen years, i’m pretty sure i’ll be fine.


journal entry ten.

i’m gone. mum’s hysterical, dad’s pissed. i don’t really care anymore.


HI, MY NAME IS MONICA. I'M FIFTEEN AND THREE QUARTERS YEARS OLD AND I’VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR FOUR YEARS. YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH AIM OR TWITTER -- THEYSAYMONICA AND I ALSO PLAY NOBODY ELSE (YET). I’D JUST LIKE TO SAY HI I LOVE YOU KBYE.

MADE BY LILLY CAN’T BE TAMED OF CAUTION 2.0.

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