Post by OLIVER MARSHALL. on Aug 5, 2010 1:40:33 GMT
oliver james marshall. ---------------
FACEBOOK INFORMATION.
name: oliver james marshall.
age: twenty.
gender: male.
birthday: 03 february.
parents:
billy marshall, deceased.
sienna marshall, deceased.
siblings:
brodie marshall, brother, twenty seven.
hometown: roseneath, california.
CURRENT FACEBOOK STATUS.
yeah well, y'know what, fuck you.
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LAST NOTIFICATION.
brodie marshall posted something on your wall.
'mom's not here anymore. deal with it, jackass.'
a few seconds ago.
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LAST FIVE MESSAGES RECEIVED.
shut up you little toad.
sent by brodie on the twenty ninth january.
happy birthday! ilu. xxxx
sent by auntie kinders on the third february.
go die. oh, happy birthday.
sent by brodie on the third february.
nobody wants you. go commit suicide.
sent by brodie on the seventh february.
don't listen to him, oliboli. he's just jealous of you hon. you have to come see me some time. i miss you and your cousins do, too.
sent by auntie kinders on the ninth february.
PHONE SENT IN FOR REPAIRS ON THE EIGHTEENTH OF FEBRUARY.
DAMAGE DONE: screen smashed, keys missing, battery split.
REPAIRS WERE UNSUCCESSFUL.
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NOTE LEFT FROM FATHER.
"brodie. oliver. my boys. i'm so sorry but i had to leave. i know you don't like each other very much but i really do hope that you, brodie, will look out for your brother. and you, oliver, will do as he says. i know you're both old enough to look after yourself. i wouldn't be doing this if i thought you were the slightest bit in danger. i've left the house to you. and the car. and all of my money. i won't need it, where i'm going. your mother would have wanted this, too. for me. for you both. everything's just become too much for me and i don't want to drag you both down with my.. my failures. you were the best things in my life. no matter how much i hit you. or insulted you. you were the two things i had to live for. now you don't need me, i no longer have a reason to live. i love you both so much. i'm always with you, as your mother is. don't hurt each other. just remember you share the same blood. remember to take after your mother and not me. please.
love your father. "
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EXTRACT FROM JOURNAL.
"it's fucked. my life is just fucked. my mother's gone. my father's gone. my brother's.. well. he'd rather i was dead. he took all the money dad left. he's said that since he's the oldest, everything belongs to him. does it fuck? i've tried phoning my gran. she'd be much better company. i think everything's just.. meant to be this way? i wasn't meant to have a good life, really. i was just meant to become a slave to my idiotic brother who wouldn't care if i died. i'll run away. i won't say goodbye. i can't remember the last time i actually smiled. or laughed. i have to just.. show up at my gran's door. she'll take me in. she loves me. she's too much like mom to push me away. granpa will tell me his war stories before i go to bed, just like he did when i was five. he'd probably still let me sit on his lap while he told them. then i'd really feel at home. they only live an few minutes from this place. yeah. i need to go. i don't have many clothes. i'll pack and then just go. right now. yes. that's my plan. i'll.. yeah. no note. my brother can just wonder where i am. not that he would. he'd have to be sober to notice my existence anymore, never mind if i'd gone. it'd just be like i was never here."
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CASSIE. FIFTEEN. GMT. JOSH FRANCESCHI. DOM, RILEY & MIA. MORTAL.
