I was doing my usual thing. I couldn't sleep at all lastnight. DJ Caffeine's hardstyle mix was playing on the radio on 92.7 (Dance Factory) at 1AM. I danced the melbourne shuffle to the song. Until this annoying guy who was in my baseball team called me in the middle of the night. He was drunk as usual and asked me what I was doing. I was out of breath when he called me and asked me if I was ok. I tried so hard to calm myself, and he thought I was having intercourse with some girl that came over. I left an hour long pause until he said he was joking around. I still couldn't trust this "Rocker" (Keith) boy with his ugly long curly hair. He asked me to come over, but I gave him my false location by staying at my cousin's house. The next thing he said hit me big. I was so scared, yet mad at the same time. I could hear his dumb friends snickering from the backround. He was describing the most grusome, bizzare thing that he wants to have with my younger sister. I hung up on him and went back to my shuffling, until 30 minutes later an unknown number called me. I should've picked it up for a minute and hang up. But then, for some reason I picked it up and I fell for the bait. It was my best friend. (Or I thought it was.) I knew something was fishy, but I went in anyways. I heard the same guys snickering in the backround and that was the clue, but I let my guard down and continued to talk to my "Best Friend". The voice sounded familiar just like him, but then again I wasn't sure if it was Keith. We kept talking about how we were and what we were doing. But that unindentified caller asked me for my house number, and I fuckin gave it to him. I knew that was my biggest mistake. They found out I wasn't at my cousin's house but I was at home. I was so furious that I hung up on that bastard and smashed my radio. My parents came rushing to my room and I stood there staring at it. They asked me what happened and I told them that my dog knocked down the radio by tripping over the cords. I also hid my hands behind my back and tossed my busted boombox in the trashcan. My hands were bleeding from the knuckles(and they still hurt) and I wrapped my hand with 2 large band aids stacking on top of eachother.

I went down to the kitchen to cool off and I litterally drank the entire, half empty, 2 liter Dr Pepper. (Of course I went to the bathroom and got rid of those stuff etc.)

I went to the den and logged on my messenger and luckily my close friend Abby T. was online. I told her my problems and she comforted me. We talked for about an hour or 2, and then I headed upstairs.

I was so exhausted that on fell asleep on the stairs. Not to mention that I could smell the blood stains on the stairs and my dog licked it. So I pushed him away and he fell a couple of steps. (It's one of those middle pyramid stairs and it leads to the middle set of stairs. There are 7 steps on the pyramid stairs on both sides and 8 steps on the middle.) He came back up to me and I cuddled with him on the stairs with my eyes still shut. Around 10AM today, my parents found out I have a bandage around my knuckle and decided to take me to the doctors. told them about what happened (Still another Fib) and I got away with it. But my dad still yelled at my face for punching my boombox.

I didn't want to be like this at all. I want to enjoy my life but things keep getting worse for me. I'm gonna go outside and cool off.