Dear Diary, July 25th, 2014
When I woke up today I found dad and It passed out on the couch. Grabbing an apple and running out the door I walked the familiar path towards the graveyard. As I was walking down the sidewalk I saw some kids from my school walking my way, my body surged in panic and I jumped behind some nearby bushes, hoping they didn’t see me. I sat, still as can be, and waited for them to pass. After a minute or two they did, talking and laughing over the latest gossip. Waiting until the coast was clear I peered around the bush, making sure no more enemies were headed my way before easing out and continuing on my way to my mom. Strolling through the stones I came across my favorite, my mom’s. Sitting down in front of it I started to spill my heart out about the events of last night, reminiscing on the horrible pain that encompassed my body, blow after blow. Mom never hit me, not even once. Neither did dad, not until after mom passed and he got into drinking every day. It started out as yelling, telling me how worthless I was. Then it got to the slapping, then eventually punching and kicking. The belt started when It came … she’s the one who suggested it. Until tomorrow my friend …
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