It’s that time again. The release of Paul Carter is a Dead Man has come and gone, and it has received a superb response, praise all round. I knew it was my best work yet, but it’s great to hear that people agree. It’s better than I could have ever hoped, I’m really proud of it. So anyway, enough gushing about stuff I made. I’m here to introduce the second exclusive story from my 2014 Project. It’s called JStones99 and is another warning about the kind of country we’ll probably become if social media and the mob combine to get its way. It’s a slightly different device to what I usually use, but it’s one that’s worked well for others in the past. So here it is, please enjoy, and if you’re intrigued by this, why not buy the book and see what the hell Robert Lodge has done to Britain. Links at the bottom!
Private & Confidential Diary Log 08.02.14 (12:02)
Dad’s gone. They took him this morning. I tried to stop them but they said they would take me too so he made me go into the kitchen with mum while they arrested him. Mum was leaning on the worktop with both of her hands, her head down, just staring at the sideboard. I was crying. She wasn’t doing anything except look down. I tried to comfort her but she pushed me away. She started muttering something, sounding really angry. She wasn’t upset, just angry. I don’t know why. Out in the hallway there were voices. All the men who came to take dad away. In the kitchen mum was still just staring and we heard the door go. Then nothing. Mum was hardly breathing, just muttering angry words under her breath. I was going to say something but she just turned round and looked at me. The look in her eyes. I’ve never seen anything like that before. It was like she wasn’t my mum anymore. Then she walked past me and out of the kitchen without saying a word.
They took him for nothing. My dad’s always been a good citizen. He always pays his taxes, I know this because he spends a day every month sitting at the table with paper and a pen. Actual paper. He counts how much he’s earned and then he writes where all of our money is going to. He’s a good citizen. He has a photo of Robert Lodge up behind where he sits in his office, so that the other people on The Network can see how much he supports the government. I hate Robert Lodge for what [AB Violation 001: Alert] country. When I was ten mum and dad were going to take me out, to Ireland, but I wouldn’t let them. My best friend Finn was staying with his mum and dad and I wanted to stay. They got us packed up to go so I ran away. I didn’t want to go. I was gone for two days before I came back, and they weren’t angry at me, just relieved. They said we would stay if I really wanted to. They said that we’d make it work. They said that we’d stay in the country for me. Their only child.
Private & Confidential Diary Log 08.02.14 (14:22)
Mum’s still not speaking to me. I think she’s in shock. Dad’s judgment has come up on The Network now. They said he was guilty of attacking somebody at his work. They said he just lashed out because he was stressed. I think they’re talking shit [Profanity Violation 001: Alert] seemed stressed to me. He was always a good dad, and a good citizen. He loved me and he said he loved the country. He loved his job. They’re all wrong. They said that he needed to have less than half a million votes to be free to come home. I think he’ll be okay. He’s got to be okay. I don’t know what me and mum will do without him here. He’s the only one with a job. He buys me Fruity Basher credits every Saturday so I can play out with my friends. Finn’s dad doesn’t buy him Fruity Basher credits. He spends all of his money on Finn’s sister Jenny. She’s a fucking slag [Profanity Violation 002: Alert] pants for anybody. He couldn’t buy me the credits today because they came to arrest him before he could. Now I have to play the free games that all of the tramps play. I hate the free games. You spend more time watching adverts than playing the games. You can’t even skip past them. You have to watch them for about sixty hours before you can play again. I hate them. I wish he’d bought me my credits before they took him away. I might ask mum in a bit if she can buy them for me. That’s if she’s talking to me by then. I’m hungry. Mum’s usually made the dinner by now, but I suppose it’s understandable that she hasn’t.
Dad worked at a bank before Robert Lodge took over. He was the manager and we had a lot of money. For my birthday every year we would go to Disney World. Not the Paris one, all the tramps went to that one. We went to the one in America, and I loved it. Some years I was allowed to take Finn with us, and Dad would pay for it because Finn’s mum and dad are poor compared to us, and I wanted to Finn to come with us, so Dad paid, because he loves me. That’s how I know he loved me, because he paid for everything, for me. After Robert Lodge they made Dad work in a coal mine. They said there was no use for people to manage banks anymore. They said banks would all be electrical. They said if he wanted to stay then he would have to learn new skills that would help the country. He told me once, when I was 11 or something, when he was drunk, that he didn’t want to stay, but because I wanted to, we did. That shows you how much he loves me, that. I just a little bit wish he didn’t though, because then he would have made us go, and we wouldn’t live in this stupid country anymore [AB Violation 002: Alert] and I would still be able to go to Disneyworld.
Private & Confidential Diary Log 08.02.14 [15:55]
I tried to ask Mum if she was going to make me something to eat but she shouted at me and I left the room before she could shout anymore, so I had a bag of salted crisps. Stupid salted crisps. I hate them. They know I prefer prawn flavour ones. I like tangy crisps. Not stupid salted ones. Only tramps eat salted ones with no real flavour. There’s no point of a crisp with no flavour. Dad was going to do the Sustenance Order today too. I wonder if Mum will sort it out or if it’s going to have to be me. I don’t know why she’s so angry. She should be upset like I am. What are we supposed to do without Dad? I looked at his Judgment counter and a lot of people think he’s guilty, but I know him better I know he wouldn’t hurt a fly. I don’t know why they’re lying about him being stressed, I don’t know what he’s got to be stressed about. I hope they don’t make him guilty. Mum wouldn’t be able to handle it, she’s the stressed one right now. She’s been in that same chair watching Dad’s judgment since it started. I don’t want to sound bad or anything, but there’s nothing we can do about it. I’ll have a look every now and then to see how he’s doing but it will only make it worse if I keep staring at his face. I know he’ll be back. He’s a good citizen, the people will see that. I wish I could play Fruity Basher, that would keep me busy, instead of being here writing a stupid shitty [Profanity Violation 003: Action Taken] talking to nobody. I suppose it gets it out of my head and off to nowhere. I’m surprised that we’re allowed to have secret private places on The Network really, because it’s not like anything else is private. They’re watching us all the time. My friend Mark’s mum got sentenced to death for stealing her neighbour’s milk from her Sustenance Network delivery. Milk! Can’t you believe it? I can’t, I mean, what kind of tramp steals milk? Mark’s not really my friend anymore, not since that. I wouldn’t be seen dead with somebody whose mum steals milk. It was only after
that, that I noticed that Mark wears all of his brother’s old clothes. Tramps, the whole family. I can’t eat these crisps. They’re horrible. Mum really needs to think about my wellbeing and make me some dinner.
Private & Confidential Diary Log 08.02.14 [17:01]
This is probably the last diary entry I’ll ever make. They’re coming for me. They’re coming for Mum. I’ve locked my bedroom door and I can hear her banging on it. Shouting at me. What happened is I went to ask her about my dinner and she just snapped. She threw the computer on the floor and she attacked me. She grabbed my hair, and she pushed me to the ground, and she kept punching me in the head. It really hurts. She said it was all my fault that we’re like this. She said if it wasn’t for me that we’d be somewhere else. Somewhere safe where they treat people properly, instead of like stupid robots, or tramps. She said she wished she’d never had me. I tried to tell her it wasn’t my fault but she turned me over and started strangling me. I’ve never seen her like this. She closed her eyes and she squeezed tight. I couldn’t breathe. Weird black spots were making my eyes go funny, and then the telephone in the house rang. It never rings. She stopped. Her hands weren’t as tight on my neck and I punched her in the boob and wriggled away and ran to my bedroom and locked the door. I heard her answer the phone, and then a minute later she started screaming at me, saying I’ve broken the rules. I tried to push my bed in front of it but I wasn’t strong enough, so it’s just my locked door that’s stopping her from killing me. She’s out there, shouting that I swore on my diary. That they gave me three chances, but I couldn’t help myself. She’s shouting that they’re always watching us, that I should have known better, but it says private and confidential, they’re not allowed to look at this are they? She’s saying that Wrecking Ball are on their way. They didn’t care if I was only 14, they still had a job to do. They can come for me, but they’ll be coming for her too because I’ve just informed on her, for attacking me. They’ll see my bruises and they’ll feel the lumps on my head, and they’ll take her too, hopefully they’ll kill her. That’ll teach her for saying and doing those things to me. Her only child.
I can hear them now. Mum’s gone away to the door and she’s screaming. Telling them she hasn’t done anything. I don’t have long. They’ll be through the door, they’ll take me away. I don’t care, my Dad will sort this out. He’ll get away and he’ll make sure I’m safe. He’ll pay them to let me go. He’s a good dad. I hate this country though. I wish he made us leave. I’m sorry dad. You did the best you could. If they’re going to arrest me for swearing I might as well do some actual swearing. Shitfuckshitfuckshitfuckshitfuckshitfuckshitfuckshitshitshit. [PRIVATE & CONFIDENTIAL DIARY LOG FROZEN. PROFANITY VIOLATION. STAY WHERE YOU ARE. YOU ARE TO BE ARRESTED.]
Private & Confidential Diary Log 09.02.14 [20:02]
I know you’re reading this. I know that nothing is private. You took my wife and son away from me. I was judged not guilty and they perished. You took my life. I hope you’re proud of yourself Robert Lodge. My blood is on your hands. You don’t care though. I’m just another idiot that you can push around because all of the other idiots thought you were a good idea. You’re not though. You’re just a cunt. [Profanity Violation 001: Alert]
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