Chapter 11.5: This Thing Called Tension

AMBROSE

I hated everything about the weekends. Both Saturdays and Sundays used to be fun when I was younger, and I had my parents living with me. They did not care about what I did, but they sure bought every toy that I wanted, and it got me entertained and distracted from what was happening around me. All of my toys, the transformer robots, the spider-man and batman figures, the slingshots, and the toy guns, all kept me in good company, and I never felt alone. Now it seems that both days fall under the category of my loneliest day. I cannot count all the weekends these past few years that have made me sadder and angrier.

I hated the fact that I had to live in this big ass house in solitary and feel bad about myself. I hated that the only noise that I was hearing were the birds chirping, the branches and leaves rustling, and basically myself. I wanted to convince myself that loneliness doesn’t bother me, but it does. Even the silenc