Dear Someone

Letter one

I am writing these letters to help someone understand that life isn't easy. To help you understand I need to start at the beginning.

Letter one. I was born in a small town in New York called Hope. When I was two my mom left me with my abusive father. When I got older my dad started abusing me not just physically but mentally and sexually. He was ruining my confidence by calling me ugly and he would say that I will never get married because I'm so ugly. For the longest time I would fight and try to get away but nothing would work. He would never let me go. He made me stay in the house all the time. Soon enough I just quit fighting I was giving up I don't want to live anymore. But I found out that my dad liked to get drunk and go to his room to sleep all day. So when he was in one of those moods I would escape to the roof just to see what the outside looked like. When I went outside I got happier and I loved to go outside to see all the beautiful colors. But I would have to go back to my room so I won't get hurt by my dad. Now I am sixteen years old and my dad got harder on me. He started throwing me across the room and braking my bones one day he broke my arm and he had to take me to the doctor which he wasn't happy about. Some days when I went on to the roof to write in my journal that I hid from my dad. I wrote things like "I feel like crap I want to kill myself. He treats my like I'm not good enough or that I'm not important or worthy enough. Why does he do this to me? I want to feel like he loves me..." I got interrupted there was someone the roof with me. He made me jump. Then he started to talk. "Hi. Sorry for making you jump. My name is Caleb what is yours?" he kept walking towards me when I jumped I dropped my book and while I was just standing there looking stupid. He walked over to me and picked my book up. "M-my name is Brittany." For the first time I was talking to someone that was not my dad. I didn't know what to do or why he was even talking to me. He acted like we knew each other. "I haven't seen you before did you just move here?" said Caleb. "No I have lived here all my life but my dad just doesn't like me to go outside so he homeschools me." I heard my dad yelling for me. "Sorry I have to go. Thank you for picking my book up."