Chapter 7 David

I don't believe in God anymore. At least, I don't think I do. He doesn't seem to be there for me anymore, and I feel like there is no one here to save me. And lately, Mother's blows haven't hurt, and I feel nothing towards pain. I showed no one my emotions anymore. I think the only time I show any emotions anymore, is when I am eating; I'm like a dog. I hate everything now---everything. Even my brothers, who no longer seem to even be my brother anymore. They are merely bodies living in my home with no souls. I even have a bully now, who also seems to have no soul. She's a mean, nasty little girl. She calls me names and wishes death upon me. She told me to jump off a boat at the field trip, and I almost did. I almost did. But one of my teachers is awesome; I came up with a name for our school newspaper, and he said I won the contest to name it, and he sent a letter home to my mother, telling her about my accomplishment. Of course mother ripped it up. She also said she wanted me dead.