September 18th, 1882
She did it. My sister must have run off last night. She was silent yesterday which usually indicates she doesn't want anyone to know what is on her mind. Usually, she never stops talking. It was a matter of time before this happened. It is just me and mother, with the hope one of my brothers or sister show up to save me from this.
I told my mother, and she just continued laying in bed crying. She told me,
"Martlina, you should leave too. I will be alright and I want to be alone. I want to be with your father and I don't want you to find me. So please, leave."
This isn't the first time she has been like this, desperate for someone to save her. I knew nothing I said or did was going to make a difference. In the back of my mind, there was a little whisper and thought hoping she would just go be with father. That way I could truly leave and stop trying to take care of everyone. Everyone always told me that I was the strong one, that if anyone was to get out and make something of themselves it would be me.
Looking back I laugh, here I am eighteen years old stuck taking care of my mother, sister, and the whole house as if I was the mother of everyone.
My sister ran, my mother wants to die and I am supposed to save them. Will I ever be saved?
Exhausted doesn't describe how I am feeling.
Goodnight.
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The Journal Of Martlina 1882
FantasyThe Journal of a young woman living in 1882, when writing and reading were just granted to women. When a man runs the world and a woman just lives in it. A story about finding love, war, and balance just to survive.
