Schadenfreude--Short Stories by KATDON

These are short stories, which contain stories that are personal. A loose singer who has no shame of what she does is inappropriate. Second that funniest home videos that aren't so funny, they seem so cruel. Third is where somebody hates Yo Mama jokes. And lastly, is about how annoying people can be but then you realize that you annoying people too. Hope you guys like it! --KatDon

Floozy Bimbo

Molly Malcom, that name makes you want to cringe. Who wouldn't cringe at that name? Molly has been doing a lot of things that shock people and also disgusts them but her fans love her despite all that. Which is a lot of people are left to scratch their heads over. The most disturbing is when she dances in a sexually provocative manner, which it involves thrusting hip movements and a low squatting stance. Her wearing suggestive clothing that involves baring midriff, no pants, shorty shorts, and ones that showed her exposed stump. It was like she was a prostitute. 

And she admits that her songs are about drugs. Molly wasn't like this: She was once a saccharine, cutesy pop princess alter ego--Golly Molly. There was a sitcom about Golly Molly's town  however it ended as Molly wanted to focus her career on music and left her acting career behind. While working in the studio; Molly meets a lot of R&B artists and rappers: Al Capone, Scottie Kane, Alice B. Toklas, Back Jack, Big Harry, Crazy Eddie, Doosey, Don Jem, Heroina, and Dr. Feelgood. Molly and Scottie got to know each other better as Scottie got to know her parents, Adam and Candy. Molly got to know Scottie’s family too. There was Angel ‘Angie’, Bamba, Bale, Baby T, Bernice, Billy H., Cecil, Chippy, Cloud, Cory, and Dice. Molly made friends with a lot of dark skinned, sassy girls too such as Coco, Scottie’s sister. 

There was also Mari Juana, Barbie, Belladonna, Angola, Bo, Hera, Bickie, and three aunts—Nora, Mary, and Hazel. Molly calls them her ‘Black Beauties’, they are part of Molly’s performances. One of Molly’s performances was how she was centered against a backdrop of the Black Beauties as her back up dancers The Black Beauties seem to have been chosen on the basis of their thicker bodies, and one of them, the extremely tall woman, was subjected to fondling and a simulated rim job. It was beyond disturbing. The horror, the absolute, repulsive horror. She has some troubled suitors—Gasper, George, Cid, Henry, Arnold, Dooley, and Henry. At an award show; Molly used some sort of foam finger for inappropriate uses. The only question is why would her fans still support her? Apparently Molly is a bad influence on some people…Define, some people. While she is not performing onstage, Molly does all kinds of bad stuff: She steals things from stores. One time, she went shopping and saw a bear attired top. What does she do? She goes and steals it! She smokes cigarettes, marijuana, and she snorts cocaine & coke. She drinks alcohol, or poison as she likes to call it. Any kind of alcohol—Beer, wine, rum, vodka, champagne (she mixes it with drugs), Peppermint schnapps, and she has house parties, where they do bizarre things. It is hinted that Molly is bisexual for she has kissed her Black Beauties. 

Funny Home Videos—Yeah, Define Funny

Fuuny Home Videos—they are a long-running television series that features home video clips sent in by viewers, the show can be considered the proto-Reality Show concept, as it existed through audience interaction. At the end of most episodes, the producers pick three clips for the studio audience to vote on for prizes of $2,000, $3,000, and $10,000; the big money winner goes on to compete with other weekly winners for a $100,000 prize later. They say if you wish to send in your own funniest home videos then you should send stuff that is funny and original. But lately, it’s not funny at all. You see, every time the joke in a video is an elderly person falling or getting hurt, or a child. Rather grating to see a toddler run over their infant sibling, then have the audience laugh uproariously. Heck! You could say any time a video shows anyone getting hurt, which is most of the time. One show had a musical montage of angry/crying small kids angrily shoving other small kids over, usually causing the other kids to cry. It was a bit jarring to hear the studio audience laughing at the clips. 

There was one clip where a kid was crying because he had diarrhea, while the mom was just filming and laughing; only the family dog was being nice to the poor kid. The worst part? This one won the $10,000 prize. Another video of a kid who accidentally took a restraunt's reusable cup home in the car and his mother was recording him and telling him she's going to report him to the cops or something similar and, no surprise, it won at the end of the episode it was shown in. Another clip where a kid's parents give him a small cake for getting good grades, only for them to reveal it's actually a toilet paper roll covered in frosting. The child understandably cries his eyes out while his parents act like jerks, all while the audience is laughing. The clips with people vomiting are just cruel; the person is sick and they are being recorded and humiliated on TV while the audience just laughs. The voters on this show really need to learn that it's Funniest Home Videos, not Cruelest Home Videos.

  

I HATE ‘YO MAMA’ JOKES!!!!!

Leiry and Reily are two class clowns who have a history of saying jokes. But today, they said some pretty mean ‘Yo Mama’ jokes. “Yo mama is so fat that her bellybutton gets home 15 minutes before she does.” Leiry teased. “Yo mama is so fat that when she was diagnosed with a flesh-eating disease, the doctor gave her ten years to live.” Reily countered. “Yo mama is so fat that when she wears a yellow raincoat, people yell ‘taxi!’” remarked Leiry. “Yo mama is so ugly that her birth certificate contained an apology letter from the condom factory.” mocked Reily. “Yo mama is so ugly that that your father takes her to work with him so that he doesn't have to kiss her goodbye.” Leiry teased. “Yo mama is so ugly that she tried to take a bath and the water jumped out!” replied Reily. Little did they know that Ingrid was walking by but when she heard them saying ‘Yo Mama’ jokes; she was very offensive by that. She loved her momma, what’s the matter with that? How dare someone made up those jokes about their mothers. That is just cruel. So very cruel, bet their mothers had done so much for them. That is what she hates, the ‘Yo Mama’ jokes. Nobody says that, noooooobody! “Yo mama has so much hair on her upper lip that she braids it.” called Leiry. “Yo mama is so hairy that Bigfoot wants to take HER picture!” Reily countered. “Yo mama is so hairy that she looks like she has Buckwheat in a headlock.” mocked Leiry. “Yo mama is so dark that she spits chocolate milk!” ranted Reily. “Yo mama is so dark that she went to night school and was marked absent!” teased Leiry. “Yo mama is so dark that she has to wear white gloves when she eats Tootsie Rolls to keep from eating her fingers.” rambled Reily. It didn’t stopped as Ingrid was getting closer. “Yo mama is so old that her birth certificate says ‘expired’ on it.” mocked Leiry. “Oh yeah? Yo mama is so old that that when she was in school there was no history class.” remarked Reily. “Yo mama is so old that I told her to act her own age, and she died.” countered Leiry. “Yo mama is so old that she knew Burger King while he was still…” They both were bonked on the head, both by Ingrid who exclaims humorously, “I hate YO MAMA jokes!!!!!” Leiry and Reily couldn't believe this, “What? Why?” They asked. “My mama is in her 50’s, she complains on how she gets old! And she’s fat and tan, and doesn’t feel PRETTY enough! You insult my own mother? You must die!!!!” Ingrid cried hilariously. And she walked away, leaving the boys 

Most Annoying Person Ever

Annoying people, don’t you hate them? They wear size 5 shoes, they make a stupid face when they don't understand something, and who consequently are making a stupid face all the time, they have the most annoying voices. The kinds who latch onto you and rant about everything they can think of until your ears bleed. They talk loudly in public places about their personal problems. People who repeat themselves or talk to you as if you were 4 years old. They think they can sing, but who really can't. Whoever decided that The Merchant of Venice was somehow inappropriate to study in school. Their mothers let their ‘manchild’ screaming in stores, spending their entire summer vacation standing around in their yards and screaming at the top of their lungs, mimes, say ‘nucular’ instead of ‘nuclear.’ These kinds of people who continuously call you ALL THE FREAKING time and don't get the hint you DON'T want to talk. Take Sabrina’s classmate, Basil Hank for example. He maybe be diagnosed with autism however he doesn't have the right to annoy almost everyone else. Basil picks on Sabrina. If Sabrina presses the elevator button, trying to be nice but Basil got aggravated. “Don’t press the elevator button!” He said loudly in her ears. Or when he compliments her shoes like a hundred times, “I like Sabrina’s shoes, they’re my favorite brand called Road Runners.” This guy was going between liking Sabrina as a friend, then annoying the hell out of her, and when Sabrina blows off steam by how annoyed she is; Basil gets upset, not realizing that he’s annoying her. It really was irritating. Sabrina had been dealing with this guy from 5-6 years, or 7 despite the New Year and how they are nearly graduating. It’s been hard but Sabrina had to look on the bright side. When they graduate this year; she won’t have to deal with him anymore. But sadly for Sabrina, she is kind of annoying to her younger brother. 

Freak Girl Online Diary--Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Horrible Teen Years and the Bittersweet Struggle of Sanctuary 

My teen years was no coming of age ordeal. I was always childish, daydreaming, not being like everybody else. I wasn’t popular, nor was I an outcast too much either. I hanged out with the wrong crowd and my so-called friends ditched me. And it went on for at least when I was 13, to 14, and finally to 15 years of age. The story is so alarming, so unspeakable, that I can’t believe I’m writing this. But here it goes……

After agonizing in home school (It wasn’t too long, but yeah I hated it!), I finally went to middle school. However, no matter what occurred to me, my meltdowns were the same. They worsened. The more I got in trouble, the more I got abused by my father. My father held grudges the longest against me! I hate that, which was my biggest fears. I always fear that if I anger someone, this person would get angry and never talk to me again. In the aftermath out of this; my teachers weren’t so empathetic, they told me though to take medication. I made friends but it didn’t go too well. One of my friends try to help conquer my ‘fear’ by coaxing me to go to the movies. I was reluctant, because I had my ‘trauma’ all ready of movies. I’d already seen Monters Inc., Finding Nemo, Hey Arnold!, and Power Puff Girls. I hate how the theatres on how loud and blaring it is. I always made excuses to her, not wanting to go. It was the same with my parents—they all want me to deal with it. In this middle school, my class did a dumb, irksome, and sugar coated song. I did a solo of a cover son. I regret it later, guilty for being selfish. In this stupid school was purgatory. They had these small rooms, there was nothing but a desk and a chair. They would put kids in there if they had a meltdown or if you want to be by yourself. At the start, I didn’t mind but then I felt lonely and wanted to talk to someone however no one didn’t want to talk to me or acknowledge.

Depressed and angry as I blame myself for all the people I hurt; I started cutting my hair. I know, I know, it’s weird. But it was better than mutilating my arm and leaving bloody gashes across my wrists. My parents were overwhelmed and furious, so I had to go to a hair salon to get it properly cut. Anytime I’d got in trouble, I cut my hair all over again. My parents thought I was doing this for attention, but in truth I wasn’t trying to get attention. All I was doing was repenting, weird huh? But then again, I didn’t know what repentance looked like, doesn’t prophets fast for days and pray to God? Yeah, that wasn’t too good for me. I did not know why I cut my hair but then I found the answer, it was not cool yet it was better than slitting my wrists. And taking that awful medication, it made me over-weighted and hungry all the time. One time, my dad picked me up from school as he surprised me with French Fries. I was so starving but despite the medication, I ate so fast. My father gently scolded me to not to eat so fast. I tried, I really did, but I couldn't help it. He told me a second time to not eat so fast. I really wasn't playing, I was trying but that stupid medication was making me scarf it down faster. Then, my father had to go and open that big cake hole mouth of his, "STOP STUFFING YOUR FAT FACE!!!!" I stopped eating the fries, I was shocked over what he yelled at me. I didn't know whenever to cry or lash back but I felt like I'd been stabbed in the heart. Later when we got home, I was mad at him for what he said and he didn't apologize. I must've glared at him, he was angry and decided to punish me. Really? You're going to do that after you called me a 'fat face'? Geez, my father was such an ass like that. He's not an honest person I say. 

I went to another school eventually. Thinking I would find a safe haven, but yet again another disaster occurred. In the beginning, I made some friends and the teachers were nice at first and met my first crush. But slowly, I became a bullied victim around the ages of 13 to 14. It was one hell of a nightmare. The more different I was, boys targeted me for my writing. I was a ‘plagiarist songwriter’ (though I didn’t realize that I was copy-writing other songs that I love it but in reality, I didn’t know how to create my own songs). It was the unwanted attention that the bullies were attracted to me, they always asked me constantly ‘What’cha writing about?’ They laugh at me, pick on me. And they knew I was afraid of balls (No! Not a man’s balls but basketballs were the ones that I feared.) as they threatened to throw one, I cowered in fear and they laughed as they walk away from me. Jerks! One of the bullies was a black mane curly haired teen boy who pesters me. He was short, he was Spanish but he was white skinned. He one time flashed his butt at me. In my general direction. Yup, genius. Nice of you to flash your ass towards a lady bro. I should’ve kicked it. What a screw ball school it was! Anyway, moving on. I befriend some girls, who talked to me. They want to get to know me, they were rude and interrupted by ranting. But then, one of them betrayed me by spreading an awful, untrue rumor. Saying I was writing a song about a boy I like but it wasn’t true and thought every thing almost was a joke to her. Jerk off. My songs were about crushes on anime boys. I didn’t want to tell, I could some people didn’t know what anime was. 

But some found out about my love for anime and made fun of me. Well, actually I was bored and researched on Pokemon and my teacher humilated me. Then my friends teased  me in a horrible manner. They weren't true friends, they didn't get me and I stopped hanging out with them. The teachers and staff, they weren’t helpful, this stupid school wasn’t programmed to stop the bullies. One of my teachers was an old and cranky man. I once beg him about the bullies but he was flat out ignoring me as well as having cotton balls in his ears. Another teacher was a guy who made dumb, sarcastic, and personal jokes about sex. Some people laughed, me? It was too much! Bastard. I hated this school, I was sick of it. I always fake sick and sometimes I have to stay home. I felt guilty a little later because I should've told my mother. Sometimes I cut classes because I hate it. I hated this stupid school, I hated the bullies, I hated the teachers, and the staff who didn't help me with me being bullied. Fianlly, I told my parents and they told me that I could go to a Christian school. Not really a Catholic education, but something different. I was thrilled to hear this, I didn't talk to anyone that I wasn't coming back at all. Once the year was over, I left behind the school which was a living hell and to find my living heaven. Wanna hear more? It's bittersweet, but it might be a 'happy ending'. Well, sort of. My new life at this Christian school wasn’t so bad. But there was some flaws that made me uncomfortable: A type of class would play a movie as a part of a 'lesson'. But if you ask me, it was more like entertainment. Oh, the trauma. The laughter. My face all pink from my cheeks after they were implanting on the side of my face. My hair disheveled. How I still loathed the sound of laughter, I was still uptight. How more misbehaved I got. Then one of my teachers noticed and talked to my mother. 

How did I believe in God? It sounds scary, it's nothing personal but something that scared the heck out of me straight. There was a video, a Christian one, which talks about Hell in a letter. To Zach from Josh. It started off with the guy, Josh, who says in the letter that he died and how he was standing in line. But as the person in front starts to find his name, it wasn't in it and Josh was being pulled away. He asked what was going on but he was told that those who didn't believe in Jesus were going to Hell. Then, the guy was being put in a dark room and in that room; he thought about his friend--Zack--who was a Christian. But his friend always brushed off about the whole thing about Jesus. Just then, the dark room opens. The guy--Josh--was being pointed and dragged into the pits of fire and brimstone. Hearing the panic made me scared out of my wits. I never knew what Hell was. But the way it sounds, oh no! And I listened to it again a second time and that's when, call me crazy, I had communications with God. He somehow light a way for me and lead me onto a life that I've wanted. I prayed a lot, I accepted Jesus as my savior, and became anew. I started to study from the Bible, I started to learn about Jesus's life, and all the other Biblical stories. King David, Moses, and other religious tales. 

The friends I made were horrible to meet. Forget the living hell of my previous school, this place was all right but it was sad that these people were once nice to me, despite the face that I was a messed up and distraught. But I want to be part of them, to be normal. To be accepted. But alas, I was rejected. One was harsh to me, the other ignored me, some were mean snarks. Sooo, I stopped hanging out with them. I lost more friends for my behavior was getting more and more bad by the minute. I was rebellious, I went on a bus once with a friend and got in trouble. More punishments, more beatings from my father. I got off my medication, thanks to the school's encouragement. I have to give them more encouragement for that because I was sick of being fat and always hungry, always irritable. Here's another talke to tell you guys, and this is unbelievable from my point of view. The retired dean and founder of the Christian school I went to was a madwoman of all sorts. She was a fundamentalist Christian, believing that the world was coming to the end. Christ was coming back and the Devil will claim himself to be the Messiah, ruling the world. Take the mark or die for your faith in Christ. Originally I believed it, accepted it...But then panic roused through me. Do I want a world of eternal bliss in the New Heaven and New Earth? Like there's no pain, no sorrow? I mean, don't get the wrong way but in my opinion. It's too much for me, I want my pain to be ease but being happy and in a peaceful world all the time? No, I couldn't. I believe in God but this? Not really. 

Movies with crowds--I hate them! Why? Well, it is nothing to do with hypersensitivity sounds and no need to deny it. Here are some reason why: First of all I hate it when people talk during a film when you try to watch and listen. Those people are loudly obnoxious, they don't care if people are trying to observe. Second, I hate when I go to the movies, find a total mess with food. Bleh, but no, the loud noises are too much for me! Earlier in my middle school horrendous days: My mother, Valerie, couldn't stand it being around my father, Oren, so she went away with her a friend name Deiondra and her son, Meyneke 'Meick'. We knew these two since childhood however there has been some things I've noticed. Meick has been using my older brother, Harry, for his videos. After Harry did a voice-over video project of the president, Thomas Jeffrerson, Harry became known as TJ the Rapper. Harry was almost a legend of school however Harry didn't want to do it anymore. He didn't want to go outside, he simply didn't do anything but played video games and watch stuff on his iPod. Meick was a jerk to my older brother--and to my little brother Jimmy. Jimmy hated Meick's put downs and he thought I was weird! Man, it was so bad with being with Deiondra. Deiondra just lost her husband, who had liver problems and died (In truth, he himself was an alcoholic so that's what happened to him). Deiondra was miserable and drank a lot. Every time she was drunk; she was mean. Saying how my mother looked bad with her hair up. How we were losers. How this and that. I hated when she smokes, which affected my allergies though I was trying to be a great comfort to her. 

One night, I was offered to go with her for a sleepover. My mother was unsure about this but I was too excited. But during that time there, Deiondra was drunk but I didn't noticed. I was talking and joking with her however I noticed something was wrong. I was lying on an air mattress, she came over and started to get on top, for a moment I thought she'd might hurt me. I got away and realized she went on the mattress. I tried to talk to her but she was too intoxicated so I called my mother and told her what was going on. That was a long time ago, my mother didn't talk to her or hang out with her. Deiondra's drunk behavior was too much and my Mom had to live a positive life. So, that's what she did. After my older brother graduated; Deiondra went to New York with her so-called lover. That was the last time we ever heard about her. But never again. Back in 2011: My father's physical abuse lessen but his verbal and emotional abuse did not stopped. My mother hated it, she tried to deny it. And don't ask me how the other teachers knew what went on with my mother but they did. Dad came by one day at some school thing and talk to one of the staff embers about how he always goes in his room all the time and not watch TV with his wife. My mom was so mortified for what he did, she was angry. She later told Dad that she never said anything like that. 
The new principal found out of the 'monster' my father was, for she had been through a domestic violence relationship herself. So, she talked to my mother and my mother was starting to get it. So, my mother decided to do something once she understood what was going on and what she could do. 

My father was constantly picking on Harry, who hasn't been coming out because he himself couldn't stand Dad. This comes from the man, who wanted us to get a dog and we eventually got one. A Shih Tzu. Anyways, I'm getting off track. Dad and Harry got into a horrible argument and then, Dad told him that he'd kicked him out. My mother decides to find a new house for all of us, but we had to make it look like Harry was moving out. Previously, Dad also accused the rest of us of neglecting the dog, when the truth was we were taking care of the dog but we had our own lives too. He thought of taking the dog for himself, however I don't think our dog liked my father so much. But when my father found out what was going on, he suddenly changed. Well, that lasted for a minute. My father tried to make changes and try to prove himself he would like to do a family plan however we were still moving out. So, with no getting anywhere; Dad hugged me and my brothers goodbye. He went out the door, and took the car--with all my brothers' stuff. That's when we had to call the principal, who bonded with my mother, and she told us she'd be right there. She instructed us to get things packed and get out of there. So, that's what we did and we moved into our new home. We didn't get the furniture but there was no time. We took everything we could, we could take the dog with us. The next morning, we got the rest stuff in the big van. Dad was away at work. But we still didn't have my older brother's stuff so Jimmy, who became "Daddy-kins' favorite" because Jimmy was nicer to him thank Harry and I were. 

However, Dad tried to steal our second car. Jimmy and I witnessed this as we encouraged Mom to call the police. She was like, "Are you sure?" She seemed skeptical, I was like: "Mom! Don't let him take the car!" And she was convinced. The cop came, he came and talk to my father. My father acted like a child and eventually, Dad went away in his car (The one he borrowed from Grandma Ginger Donovan) and we went with a friend. During that time, I was quiet. I was stunned over what just happened. Mom noticed, she asked me if I was OK. I denied it but she wasn't backing out and I eventually gave in as she hugged me. I cried, saying that I couldn't believe my father would do such a thing. Later in a few days, Jimmy eventually got the stuff back but Pop was still being manipulative. My mother refuse to let me be part of the divorce court or anything to do with my fathe. I was at first upset but then I learned why: My mother’s biggest fear is that our father would manipulate us, turning me and my brothers against my mom. But you wanna know something? I always have to ask mother questions after what my father would tell me, asking if any of it was true. She would explain the whole story, and I’d get mad at Dad for trying to poison me. I read and research from domestic violence to child abuse. I realize what was going on. So, I was trying to find people who had been through things that related to child abuse and domestic violence. But lost interest because I wanted to live a positive life. 

OK, well. That parts over. Now, it's time for me to tell you on the changes I went through. The nightmares of my childhood I had are in the past. Now, it was time for me to look into the future and its new beginnings. 

The Pride (Otaku Version)

This is a cover of Five Finger Death Punch's song, but it's an otaku version. Pretty weird, ain't it? 

Heyy heyy heyy yaaa [x6]

Japan

Tokyo

Pokemon

Digimon

Beyblade

Shinzo

Elfen Lied

One Piece

Naruto

Bleach

Fairy Tail

Soul Eater

Petit Cossette

GinTama

Dragon Ball

Full Metal Alchemist

I am

What you fear most

I am

What you need

I am

What you made me

I am

Anarchy

I'm not selling out

I'm buying in

I will not be forgotten

This is my time to shine

I've got the scars to prove it

Only the strong survive

I'm not afraid of crying

Everyone does it sometimes

Life never favored weakness

Welcome to the pride

Blood Lad

Death Note

Attack on Titan

Shaman King

Yu gi Oh!

Reborn!

FLCL

Eureka Seven

Blue Exorcist

Red Data Girl

Karneval

Sailor Moon

Gundam

I am

What you fear most

I am

What you need

I am

What you made me

I am

Anarchy

Pre Chorus

Chorus 

Heyy heyy heyy yaaa [x3]

Only the strong survive

Heyy heyy heyy yaaa [x3]

Welcome to the pride

Freak Girl Online Diary--Chapter 1

Chapter 1: My Troubled Childhood

The first thing I remembered when I came into the world was a bright light like the sun, the ceiling was a gray blue. The rest was a blur but when I was 3; I somehow changed. Became different was when the sounds of laughter and other unexpected noises. It didn’t hurt me physically but it was emotionally traumatizing. My first ‘trauma’ went like this: I was at the Barney Park, located in Universal Resort, with my brother Harry and my parents, Valerie and Oren Donovan. My little brother Jimmy wasn’t even born yet, not until 1999. Anyways, I remembered seeing a small fountain which mirrored a rainbow prism from the water. It was such a fascinating sight, I wanted to stay there, in the park. But I was dragged to the Barney Show. Boy, What a nightmare that was!  In the beginning, there was a man with a cap hat and he wore blue shorts. He wore a blue and white striped shirt with a red vest. He wore black sandal, he also had a white mustache. I could also see his bare legs too. The man sang some song, then asked the entire audience if we were ready for Barney. At that time, he asked all and sundry if he could turn on the buttons. The audience cheered ‘yes’ and that’s what he did. The next thing I remembered was him playing those funny sounds, I heard ‘boing’ and other weird resonances caused a loud laughter from the audience.

I could hear my father guffawed his nerdy laugh while I cringed into my purple jacket. I recalled afterwards we entered a dark entrance of the show. I hid behind a bench as I witnessed Barney & his buddies, BJ and Baby Bop come to life on the stage. During the show, I was given an autumn leaf and held it in my hands. The show then closed up with its infamous, sappy ‘I Love You, You Love Me’ song.  Later, I found myself in a stroller and I heard Dad asking: “You wanna go swimming?” and I heard Harry said, “Yeah!” And so we did. As I grew up, I was uptight and stubborn. I hate being part of crowds, I hate watching movies with others. In elementary school, every time a movie is played; I’d go hiding in the bathroom. There was another youthful mishap I remember we had a Halloween party, and it was noisy. It was so bad that I was so upset. My teachers, some of them didn’t get me. It’s embarrassing for me to admit this but hey! I wasn’t much of a goody-good. Besides school, home was awful. My parents fought a lot. I just didn’t understand, I thought both of parents loved with one another. Though, as a kid, I never comprehend the entire story perspective. Me? I would pick sides any time one of my parents was ‘mean’ and I’d go to that ‘nice’ one. Yup, some daughter I was. My father….As a kid; I thought Dad had a tempter. Yeah. Temper. Sure! He would beat me up. No, he also beats my mother too. But me? If I’d misbehaved or have a horrible meltdown; I would get sent home early. My father was angry as he slapped me. He jeers horrible things at me. He told me to go up in my room. 

I begged him, but he spanked me hard on the bottom. I obeyed, crying on my way up the stairs. Throw myself on the bed and begin to kick, scream, and cry so loud until one of my parents told me to cut it out. Anytime I hit a teacher or staff member, throw stuff around, or hurt another student; I’d get my CDS and Barbie dolls taken. My privileges. I wasn’t allowed to have them back until I was a ‘good girl’. In which I complied. Finally, I got my stuff back. My dad wouldn’t just yell or hit at me for the things I did wrong, he’d yell at me for the simple mistakes. Accidents were a big issue for him whenever I did them. Either I spilled a drink or accidentally left the refrigerator door opened, it would be a big deal for him. Most parents would see accidents as not a big deal, they’d be like: ‘Oh, it’s OK.’ and ‘Don’t worry, I’ll help you clean it up.’ Oh no, my father would scream at me, I cowered in fear; apologizing. He’d get frustrated, “GET AWAY FROM ME!” Dad hollered. I backed away with distress as Dad threatened to hurt me if I didn’t get away from him. Sometimes I tell him that it was an accident. He’d come face to face so close that I could see the anger on his face. With gritted teeth; he’d said that if I didn’t get away and motions with a clap of his hands while saying, “BANG!”

Have you ever been child abuse? Verbally? Mentally? Emotionally? Spiritually? Physically? I would like to tell you my story about child abuse if it makes it easier: When I was little (I was born being slightly diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome and mild anxiety disorder) and got into trouble for my explosive behavior; My father would get so mad at me for it that he would hit me either my face or my rear end, telling me harshly 'You're not sorry, you'll do it again!'. Or sometimes over the smallest things such as juice spills, he would be like 'You spilled the juice, what is wrong with you? You should know better!' or 'How could you do something like that? You are so worthless!'. He was very scary and he sometimes hits me whenever I talked back to him in one of argument, mentioning howe I was lucky to not have been raised by my father's dad because he used to hit him back then. 

I always weep as I went and told my mother everything. Every time my parents fought and wouldn’t speak to one another. It was unbearable! 

Not just me: My older brother, Harry, was verbally abusive as well as my younger brother, Jimmy. It was the hardest thing to suffer for all of us--including my mother, she had been physically harmed by him once after throwing car keys that slashed her cheek. My father never blamed himself for his actions, he blamed others for his own doing: Blamed my mother for pulling the strings of this 'little game' but Dad did not get the picture: He was wearing his 'blindfold' and in denial. I always forgive him for lashing out at me but there was one that truly hurt me: One day after school (I was in middle school and taking medication for my behavior but the side effects left me overweighted), My dad picked me up and surprise me with French fries and he knew I loved French fries. While he drove; I was eating the fries, I was so hungry that I couldn't help myself (The medication I took made me hungry and more fatter as well as less active)

Dad told me a few times to stop, I try the best I could--I really did--but he said something that left me upset: He said, 'Stop stuffing yourself with you fat face!' When I heard that; I stopped eating the fries, I was so upset after hearing that. I thought I was going to burst into tears--That really hurt me a lot! It was so bad..Back then; I was chubby because of that stupid medication (Luckily I don't take that crap anymore!) The abuse I suffered from him was excruciating: I had a meltdown and was feeling like crap so I cut myself. Dad saw this as he says in a fierce voice that if I was trying to slit my wrists, he said I would go to Hell. I actually cried uncontrollably: First of all; I wasn't trying to kill myself and second, he doesn't know my suffering--That bastard made things a hell lot worse for me and I hate it so much. Right now, Dad is begging to see us and if we do not respond, then he does that pitiful: "Oh you don't want to see me." crap.....Ha! Right, right, like that's suppose to work--As least that's what he thinks. I couldn't face him, I had a lot to do to boost my confidence. 

So, you wanna know what I did? I wrote forged notes to make it look like either one wanted forgiveness. But my parents were both furious with me. I was only trying to help but oh well! It was long ago, so yesterday! No worries. If you thought my bad behavior was bad, let me tell you about the Sunday school fiasco. I hate going to church. Don’t get the wrong idea! It wasn’t the preaching of God. It was the microphone of the priests and the laughter of people any time the priest’s witty anecdotes. I didn’t want to go to church because of its loudness. But both of my parents wanted me to cope with the sounds. After church was Sunday school; my parents were teachers there. I was once friends with a girl who was sturdy. She had golden blonde hair that made her look like an angel and her face was rosy but her smile was bright. White, cleaned. My teachers, I fully remembered their appearances and the memories that I shamed of what I did to them. One was a blonde hair, the style was cut short. She wore glasses, and had a rosy purple-pink lipstick with a buck tooth. Her daughter was the same. Instead, she had blonde hair short in a bouncy curled bob and looked so nice. Both of them were fair skin.

I’m not proud of the awful things that I did to them. I was a bad girl in a Sunday School of God. All the tantrums. All the evil things I’d done. I got in trouble for that too, one good hit from my father later and getting scolded at by him. I managed to reunite with those people at my little brother’s first communion. Ever since my meltdowns, I no longer had a lot of friends like I used to. I was kicked out of elementary school and was home-schooled by my mom. I hated it. Finally, I was overjoy to hear that I was going to middle school. This was a perfect way for me to start over and make new friends. If you thought my childhood was bad, you should take a look at my teen years. How my saccharine-self became a skeptical, experienced persona that had dark points. 

Freak Girl Online Diary--Prologue

Prologue: Who Am I? 

They call me 'freak girl' because I'm different, I can't blame them. The others, they think I'm weird. All I ever wanted is to be accepted as I am. I know I am different and I have some flaws but I'm working on tweaking on them. I'm a Cloud Cuckoolander, Mad Dreamer, The Ophelia, and Naive Girl. But I can be deadly, no not really but you should consider me into the 'Beware the Nice Ones' group. And 'Beware the Silly Ones' as well as 'Beware the Quiet Ones'. I may be a nice girl but do not push all my buttons because I can go crazy on you. Like Roaring Rampage of Revenge. No, even more deadlier: Woobie, Destroyer of Worlds! Hahaha...Ahem! Sorry, my sanity went down for one second my friends.  

My name is Katherine Donovan, I am 21 years old but I look like I'm a teenager. I was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome and dealing with a lot of panic attacks. I see things differently than others, I can take pictures with my mind so that only their faces are etched into my brain. These portraits can play over and over again, it overloads but it doesn't hurt physically. I kind of like the feeling, it's exciting really! I went through a lot lately: Hypersensitivity to some noises, child abuse, bullying, socially isolated from some people for I feared of betrayal and for those that do not understand me. I am a big fan of anime (Or as you people like to call them 'Japanese cartoons'). From childhood to my early 20's and never stop since. 

I wrote this to tell the truth, especially to the relatives who didn't know about this and for them to know the truth. I also wrote this so you know my story. Hear my tale; I don't want sympathy or forgiveness but for you to understand me.  

KATDON Poems--Melancholia, Tension, and Being Someone Else (...Just a Little)

DO NOT CALL ME AN EMO! I was feeling fatigue one day once. So, I decide to write an article of my poems. I also wrote one when I was angry on another day. It's personal and based off my life. Enjoy!

Melancholy of Noises
This poem is about my 
depression with my hypersensitivities. 

Depressed. 
Angry. Sad. 
Confused. 
Low self-esteem, longing for perfection. 
Hatred towards self for as I am. 
Wondering 'why'. 
Numb, misunderstood. 
Hatred to the loudest speakers. 
Searching for a remedy of quiet and peace. 
Need acceptance, need more understanding. 
Wonder why, I can't shut up my ears. 
I really can't, I've tried so hard though my mind's in a jumble.
 Life is hard, half of everyone doesn't comprehend. 
Noises so loud, no matter how I tried I can't lower it. 

Tension of the Merc with a Mouth
This poem is personal. It's about someone 
I used to know for 5-6 years, who was talking loudly and
got on people's nerves. Not gonna say his name, as I said 
before--NOT. Gonna say his name, he remains anonymous. 

Your voice is so loud, can't you shut up? 
You like to annoy me, you like to get my 
attention. Here's a hint--I'm not into you. 
I don't go for the immature! The repeater!
The irksome kinds. Police reinforcements, 
Juan Ciervo, who the hell cares? You think everything's 
a criminal offense. You're so annoying. So nosy. 
Childish. I'm not into you. Leave me alone, I'm tired
of you talkin' about my old shoes. I want you to quit it, 
I don't give a damn because your voice is sonorous. I can't 
concentrate, you merc of a mouth! Because you can't shut up! 
You want attention, manchild. Grow up and get real. 

I Just Wanna Be
This poem is mixed feelings about me
being someone different and not be me
for once in my life. 

I just wanna be normal, it's better than being different. 
I just wanna be beautiful, it's better than being plan ugly. 
I just wanna have friends, it's better than being a loner. 
I just wanna be special, it's better than being common. 
I just wanna be loved, it's better than being abhorred. 
I just wanna be badass, it;s better than being weak. 
I just wanna be--Whatever I want, instead of being weird. 

Between Fear and Fun

This is a short story about a man who learns that not all scary things are very creepy. It is a metaphor to see that the dark has light in them. No matter how dark it gets, there is always light in every corner. Enjoy and have fun! -Katherine Donovan 

By the pricking of thumbs; Something strange this way comes...In the town known as Vondervotteimittis; A young man name Napoleon Simpson, the adoptive son of Adolphus Simpson who is now deceased. Napoleon is arranged to be married to Madame Eugenia Lalande's daughter, Stephanie. Napoleon is nervous at first but in order to obtain Adolphus's dowry; he must marry Stephanie, who has no money at all. Napoleon was unsure to meet Stephanie but he is escorted by Detective Auguste Dupin to the Lalande Manor. "You certainly are glad to be married to such a beautiful lady like Stephanie, now all you have to do is reel her in." "I already am, Detective Dupin. But really, sir, should Stephanie be looking for someone more rich than me? I mean, I never even met her or spoken to her." Napoleon said. "I'm sure you'll get along quite nicely with Miss Stephanie, I heard that she is a nice lady but I wouldn't know for her mother, Eugenia, is more of a snob." Dupin said. That wasn't helping much to Napoleon, he knew that he had to face his new bride soon. In the meantime; A beautiful lady was sitting by the window, she looked anxious. Surely this is Stephanie Lalande. The most beautiful woman than to the grotesque snob, Eugenia. Stephanie sighs as she turned to her servant, "What if Napoleon and I don't like each other? I mean, I never met him before." She said. "Hmph!" Madame Eugenia replied, "Like you would know whether or not he is good enough for you or not. You just don't know until now." Napoleon arrived at the mansion of Lalande and was welcomed in by one of the servants. Once in, he saw her, he saw a picture of Stephanie and was amored. 

At once; Napoleon bowed before the madame, "My name is Napoleon Simpson, Madame Eugenia. I am here to meet your daughter, Stephanie." Madame Lalande looked at him suspiciously, "Napoleon Simpson?" She asked in a snooty voice tone. "Yes, madame." Napoleon replied politely. "Isn't your father, Adolphus? I have heard he taught you of arts, music, and the process of these creativity...designs, am I correct?" Madame Lalande asked. Napoloen couldn't contain his surprise, he was stunt that the madame knows about his foster guardian. "Yes, Madame Eugenia, he has." Napoleon answered. He did not noticed that someone was watching from above in the staircase, Stephanie was amazed to see that this young man was her soon to be fiancee that she was arranged to marry. She felt her heart skipped a beat. The madame held up her index finger, "Before I let you meet my daughter, I like you to show me a piece of your work." She said. Napoleon looked stunt, "Now, Madame Eugenia?" He asked. The madame smiled that didn't reached to her eyes, "Better now than tomorrow, my boy." She said. Napoleon sighed deeply but he did what she command. Napoleon was known to be an entertainer with creative skills as a musician and artist. He begin to create human-like dolls as he recorded a piece he wrote, The Imp of Perverse. He watched to see what Eugenia thinks, who seems fascinated by the story and the works of this performance. By the end; Eugenia applauded. Napoleon sighs of relief, Stephanie is grateful by her mother's clapping of approval. "Very well done, Mister Simpson." said Madame Eugenia. "Do you have another?" 

"No, madame. I do not." Napoleon replied with honesty. "Well, think of something! If you wish to marry my Stephanie then prove it to me!" demanded Eugenia. Stephanie was worried, she wanted to be married to Napoleon only and to no one else but him! Later, Napoleon was trying to think of an idea to impress Madame Eugenia very much that he would meet his daughter, Stephanie. But he has nothing. While wondering; He didn't looked but he was walking straight into the street, Rue Morgue. Then, Napoleon stumbles upon a dark, dark woods. He entered the woods and hiked in there. He was a little frightened but he put his best foot forward. Into the woods, he saw a big house. It was a 13 story manor, Napoleon had never seen a house like this! He saw a cupboard in the kitchen but out came the wind. Napoleon jumped and ducked. It was getting creepier and creepier for Napoleon, he has no idea where he is. Just then, a voice within this house made him shivered. "Who will stay with me on this cold and lonely night? WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO?" Napoleon is terrified, "Um, I...I mean no harm." He said in a timid voice. But the voice sounded like it was getting closer, "Mi ti doughty walker...Leechee, kinchee, colly, molly, dingle dingle!" Napoleon called back, "Who are you? Where are you?" But then, the voice got even more closer. "Who's got my money, who has it? Whooooooooo?"" Napoleon was really scared, "Oh Lordy-Lord." he thought. But then he thought, "It doesn't know where I am." He was However, he heard the voice coming down the steps. "Wheeeeerrrrrreeee isssss myyyyyy toooooooeeeeeee." The voice groaned. 

Napoleon backed away, but he thud against something and heard the voice in his ear, "Who is in my house?" He then turned around and saw a grotesque face with bulging eyes and messy hair. "YOOUUUUUUUUUUUU!" The monster cried. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Napoleon screamed, he fell to the ground. Napoleon curled up and was afraid to look up. A laugh snapped him out of his fear. He looked up to see a girl laughing as she took off her mask. "Did I scared you?" The girl asked with a grin on her face. Napoleon looked red faced at how scared he must've been, but he said: "No, not really." The girl smirked, "Uh huh." She said. She wasn't buying it. Napoleon stuttered, "I--Um, who are you?" The girl bowed to him, "I am Nesace. Welcome to the Al Aaraaf Mansion." "You live here?" Napoleon asked. "Of course, why? You think its haunted?" Nesace asked. She giggles and then she leads him by the hand and said, "C'mon. I'll show you around."And off they went on the tour. They went to the first room, where someone was sitting in the rocking chair. "Hello?" Napoleon asked. The figure turned around and walked over but as he got closer, Napoleon freaked out. The figure was a corpse of a man, he looked decay from head to toe. Napoleon was so scared that he went behind Nesace, who seemed unafraid by this thing. He leaned over at Napoleon with annoyance and suspicious on his face. Napoleon was afraid, he didn't want to be eaten by this zombie! Never. Ever. 

"What's with you, Sir? You act like you never seen a corpse before! Who's a corpse?" The zombie asked. Before Napoleon could answer, Nesace steps in front and says, "You, Pierre Bon-Bon!" "Oh, I don't feel dead. I feel fine." said Pierre Bon Bon. "You're not fine, you look dead. Get back to where you belong." Nesace ordered. "I ain't going until I feel dead!" Bon Bon shouted. He went back to his rocking chair near the fireplace, his body went creaking and cracking. "He doesn't realize he was dead?" Napoleon asked nervously. Nesace shooked her head, "Uh uh." She said. They went away as Nesace showed him the next room, which is a quiet bedroom with a bed and a couch. As Napoleon stepped inside; A pale figure appeared with blood oozing from his fingers! Napoleon shrieked, he shivered as the pale figure waved its bloody fingers. "Bloody fingers! Blood fingers!" It cried but Nesace steps in front and said, "Allamistakeo, What did I tell you? I thought I told you not to do that. Cool it, dude. Clean up and get a bandage!" Nesace scolded. The white figure looked sheepish, "Sorry Nesace, I'm just fooling around, you know me." said Allamistakeo. "Fine! But if people saw your fingers like that, they won't be able to stay because of hemophobia." Nesace remarked. Allamistakeo grinned nervously, "Heh-heh. My bad!" He went away to the bathroom. 

The phone begin to ring, Napoleon answered it: "Hello?" There was a voice that said something that made Napoleon's blood ice cold, "It is the Viper, I am coming up." "What?" Napoleon stuttered. He hangs up and hurries along with Nesace. "You scared yet?" Nesace asked with a grin on her face. "I think I had enough of this. I should be getting home soon." said Napoleon. "Oh, c'mon!" Nesace said, "I'm just getting started." They came across an empty chimney. Where legs suddenly appeared. Then, the rest of the body, and finally the arms and the head. The thing begin to spin around and around faster and faster. Then looked into Nesace's eyes, Napoleon looked scared. "What do you come for?" Nesace asked in a timid voice. The thing then said. "What do I come for? I come...For youuuuuu!" He tackled Nesace to the floor, Nesace screamed and then laughed happily, much to Napoleon's confusion. "Huh?" He said. "Hahaha! Hey, William Legrand." "Hello, Nesace. Sorry, the door was locked and I didn't know how to get in." said the thing, "I got lost until I came across an abadoned church and went in. But I found sheep, which I thought were ghosts but then their shepherd came and help get in through the chimney."

Some sort of white figure stood up, Napoleon fell to the ground as he looked up in horror to see the creature was white and his face looked like a skull, "Pardon me, sir, is something wrong?" It asked. Napoloeon was so frightened that he could hardly speak. "No, he's just startled by your appearance, Jupiter." Nesace explained for him. The creature nodded, bowing to him, "Sorry, I mean no harm." said Jupiter. Then he and William Legrand went away. Napoleon looked at Nesace grinned, "Next stop, shall we?" she asked. Napoleon sighed, "Lead the way." He said, reluctantly. They went to the next room where they saw a fire in the fire place and only a black cat was there. "Pluto!" Nesace said with a joyful squeal. "Pluto?" Napoleon asked. The cat looked up, and to Napoleon's horror, it talked: "I see you brought a sacrifice, shall me and my friends do it now?" The cat asked. Nesace shooked her finger at the cat. "No, Pluto. He's not a sacrifice. And I told you, wait until Martin comes." She said. The black cat slumped, "Fine." It said. Pluto slumped away, but Napoleon called out: "Yeah, when Martin comes. Tell him I couldn't wait." The cat glared at Napoleon, it hissed and went away. Napoleon and Nesace were walking down the hallway when there was the doorbell ringing. "It's the Viper!" Napoleon cried. Nesace looked startled but smiled and opened the door. There, stood a short man with overalls and a wiper with a hat on his head. "Valdemar, how are ya? Napoleon, this is Valdemar--The 'Viper'." introduced Nesace. "What?" Napoleon gaped. The small man grinned up at the disbelief Napoleon, "Yes, I am Valdemar the Viper. I have come to vash and vipe the vindows." Napoleon smacked his forehead and laughed. 

"I feel stupid, maybe I'm losing it." He said. "Don't look so glum, let us all join together and help you with your feeble mind." replied Valdemar. And so, Napoleon was shown the many differences of what is spooky and beneath the spookiness that there is light. Now this young creator seemed to have his eyes opening. All together; Napoleon, Nesace, and the other residents of the house. It was quiet but not really spooky. "It's quite nice to be by the fire." Napoloen whispered. "Yes, very calming." Nesace agreed, softly. But Pierre was bored, so he said: "This is too boring and not really jolly you know! Let's dance!" Music came on. Bon Bon stretched and shook himself before taking a step or two and then begin to waltz. His bone moved and cracked, his yellow teeth snapping, and his skull bouncing around. Napoleon watched with impressiveness, "Nice. He's good." He remarked. "Oh, he is." agreed Nesace. "He could do this for hours." During the dance; One of Pierre's bones loosen and fell down. "Look at that!" Napoloeon said, he pointed to the bone. "Play faster!" Nesace cheered, she clapped as well as the other residents did so. Crickity crack, the bones went of Bon Bon. How he danced, and pranced, and skipped. Bones went drippity drap, down and back. Round and round dancing the dead man. And just like that, Pierre fell apart as his bones were in a pile as well as his head but the pieces were jiggling and jaggling still. "Ho, ho, ho! Ain't we having fun?" Pierre asked. Then, he tried to put himself back together again but failed! It was pretty funny, however Jupiter and William Legrand did a song play of "Ba Room"as they were playing two lifeless skeletons, O'Leary and O'Reilly, as they sang the song of the spooky song. Then, once it ends, they sang the song of The Hearse:

"Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by, For you may be the next one to die. They wrap you up in a big white sheet, From your head down to your feet. They put you in a big black box, And cover you up with dirt and rocks. All goes well for about a week, until your coffin begins to leak. The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, The worms play pinochle in your snout, They eat your eyes, they eat your nose, They eat the jelly between your toes. A big green worm with rolling eyes, Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes. Your stomach turns a slimy green, And pus pours out like whipping cream.You'll spread it on a slice of bread, And this is what you eat when you are dead!" It was a pretty repulsive song but Napoleon didn't care. His fears had been making him anew. He was having fun, dancing and clapping to the entertainment. He couldn't help himself, these creepy creatures weren't so scary after all...

"Napoleon!" A familiar voice called out. Napoleon turned, he knew that voice! Detective Dupin! What was he doing here? So Napoleon turned to Nesace and said, "'Scuse me for a moment." He dashed out as he greeted his friend, "Dupin! What are you doing here?" "Looking for you. You didn't come back for awhile and Eugenia was about to cancel the wedding. Where in the hell were you doing?" said Dupin. "Why, I was with my friend--I have found my inspiration. Is that a problem?" replied Napoleon. Then, the detective's face looked surprised, "Oh! You have?" He asked. In the meantime; Eugenia had invited guests to the wedding: There was her business partner Peter Proffit, Roderick Usher, Prince Prospero, Signora Psyche Zenobia and her pets name Diana and Pompey. Eugenia's lawyer, Cornelius Wyatt, during the time of the preparations for this wedding coming around tomorrow. Inspired by the events in the mansion; Napoleon begin to create his newest creation and he calls it: The Boy Who Found Al Aaraaf Mansion. He uses the Hearse Song at the end. He tells the story of how a boy was lost in the woods and found a creepy place but learns that it wasn't so scary and how a pixie had inspired him while 
also his friend. 

Nesace watched the show, she was happy to see Napoleon had did good on his project for the madame. Finally; The madame was impressed and Napoleon and Stephanie married to one another. They used the money for something important. To make a studio for those who wish to be whatever it is they want to be in creativity. And as for Nesace? She and the other 'creeps' would stay there in case Napoleon would come around again.