The world is better off without me.Ī lot has happened since his last entry. And it's my fault that dad died because I killed him. It's my fault that everyone is mad at me. It's my fault that I'm a clumsy and idiot pup. I only remember going home and my dad yelling at me and then he was holding a knife and I was screaming and then there was blood and suddenly, my dad was dead. She took me to the nurse and asked me what happened. My teacher noticed me limping when I went to school today. I've tried my best to bandage it but I'm not my mom. My left paw is still bleeding from when my dad bit it a few minutes earlier. My mom is the only one I can talk to about my problems and now she's gone. He haven't spoken to me since he got home a few hours ago. The fire station called our home radio and told me that she died in a rescue. My mom cried when I told her what happened and made me promise not to walk that path again. I didn't know that they did to me, but it made me feel dirty and it hurt a lot. Have I told you about those big dogs that bully me whenever I walk past them on my way home? I guess I'll have to take another trip to the discipline office again. But even if I manage to convince myself that, it won't change the fact that I will get in trouble at school for my torn report card. I tried to tell myself that they were just grades, that they don't define who you are. Then he proceeded to tear the report card in front of me.Īnd now here I am in my room, crying like a baby. They were pitiful, he said, whatever that word means, for a child of a firefighter, He also told me that I could've done a lot better. Our report card came in today, and my dad didn't like my grades. It was embarrassing, having to do that all the time. Who would want to be friends with a weirdo like me?īy normal, I mean I've tripped myself entering our classroom while everyone laughed at me. I always crash into everything around me, making both my schoolmates and teachers angry at me. Needless to say, I'm a disappointment to my family. My dad is the chief fire dog of the station, while my mom is a renowned firefighter EMT dog. I live with both of my parents in a local fire station in Adventure Bay. My name is Marshall, and I am a 5-year-old dalmatian pup. I guess I'll start by introducing myself.

Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse, depression, rape and suicidal thoughts.

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