Dear diary,
All I see is blood. All I feel is blood. We were never meant to be. But we're perfect for each other. He's a curse who I can't get rid of. He's an ache in my heart that makes me want to cry, all day, every day.
He shouts, then kisses me to sleep. He hits me, then patches my wounds back up. I'm confused, because I need him, but he doesn't need me. He's been sheltering me in his apartment for a couple of months now, and it feels like I can't escape. The same mundane white wallpaper, the chairs arranged in the same way every day. All the gifts he gave me, the only one he cares about is a gold necklace that wraps around my neck, like a chain. Like I'm a dog that must be restrained, and he's the only who can control me, as if I'm a wild beast.
I haven't talked to my brother in weeks, nor my best friend, nor my parents. I haven't gone to work in ages. I want to escape, but I want his warmth, need his warmth. I know it's wrong, but all I want to to do is cry in his arms all day and all night.
He suspects that I might escape. I want to, but I don't want to. I'm worried what he might do when he finds this diary out. He's messing with both my brain and heart.
He tells me that I need him. I need him. I need him. He says that I'm disposable, but doesn't have the heart to dispose of me.
Help me.
Francesca
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Mystery / ThrillerOrphelia, a girl with past trauma, has recently found herself a loving, caring boyfriend (or so she thought). As more sinister events unravel, along with newspaper clippings and diary entries, she discovers a more dangerous side to her personal life...
