March 11th 1921
Dear diary...
I told you i would write back as soon as i could, i know its been a while. I have A LOT to explain. It was the day after i last wrote, i went to school in the morning. Everything was normal but when i got home Mother had found my diary and read everything. She beat me, my bruises on my face are still burning. She pulled at my hair and dragged me down to the basement; the cold, empty basement. I'm still down here. The darkness is unbearable and it feels like my sanity is fading away. My clothes are too big for me, my body is decreasing in size. I can't see a lot but i can only imagine that my eyes look sunken as i haven't slept in weeks. The light down here is minimal, fortunately there is enough light to still see my dairy. When Mother found the dairy she threw it down the basement stairs and it hit me just above my left eyebrow, I can't be certain but i think it was bleeding at the time that it happened. My body is shivering as the cold is concrete. Every night i've been down here, I've cried myself through the lonely nights. Mother locked the only exit and seen as there is no windows, i can't escape. I wish I could. God knows how much I dream about getting far from here. Why would Mother do this? What did I ever do that could result in this emotional pain? I'm going to try and catch up on sleep...
Goodnight,
J.
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The forgotten diary of Jenny Barker
Gizem / GerilimJenny was always told she couldn't do anything, her mother was diagnosed with depression so the doctors told her to take up a hobby. Her mother chose doll making which made her a perfectionist. Jenny's mother, Annie, demanded perfect from her only d...
