Mother / Son Incest Victim

Mother / Son Incest Diary

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is Doctor Hanks from Roxelle’s Pharmacy. I’ve been informed that you are Ellie’s son, am I correct.”

“Yes, what about it?”

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but your mother is really sick. She is currently at home alone, I feel that there should be someone there for her at this very crucial time in her life.”

“Is she going to die?”

“All I’m saying is that she doesn’t have much time left. Please if you can visit her, it would really help.”

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I descend downwards towards my basement. It is cold, dark, and full of boxes that were left unchecked since we moved in 10 years ago. I look around, seeing labels on the top of the boxes, “Haley’s doll collection.” “Jake’s hockey equipment.” This brings back memories of my kids doing these things years ago, but this isn’t what I’m looking to find. I walk to the very corner of the basement, and look at the very first box I unloaded into my basement when my family moved into the house.

It was my childhood all into one box. I ripped the taping and opened the box revealing all my old things. “Danny’s Olde Stuff,” was what the label read as I opened it up. I smile as I open the big fat box, seeing a few items from my childhood. I picked up my Tamagotchi, then a few pictures, then my elementary school skipping rope. My diploma, my school speech, my class pictures. All these things bring back instant memories. But these weren’t what I was searching for.

I scatter the items around until I feel it… I pick up a book, The Book! This is it. I close my box while keeping the notebook in my hands. I rush out of the basement and run to my bedroom, closing my bedroom door, and sit on my bed while staring at my book.

“Danny’s Diary, Don’t Open.” is what I called it the last time I wrote in it. I decided that I had to read this, before deciding whether to visit my Mother for maybe the very last time.

The very first page…

Saturday, April 8, 1972

Hi my name is Danny Smith. I am 8 years old. I live with my Mommy in 2 room house. Daddy is coming back home next year, Mommy said he went to join army and fight bad guys. I am in grade 3. My teacher says to write. It help when I become old man. So Mommy buy me this book, I go write here everyday.

I smile at my reading and I skip a few pages…

Sunday February 4th 1973

I started sleeping in bed with my Mom, which she likes. It is comfort for both of us, since I have nightmares often. Mom says that sleeping in bed together helps us become smarter and when we need someone, we have each other right beside us to provide whatever was needed.