It could be love

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

November 3, 1971

Dear Diary,

There they go again. My mom and dad are fighting again. Why did it always have to be like this? It was always something small, but they still thought it was fight-worthy. I was tired of hearing their voices get scratchy from all the screaming. When I heard my dad slam into the wall I was done.

I grabbed my school backpack and emptied all my school things, making room for my stuff. I shoved in my toys and my favorite shirt; that's all that would fit. I figured that would be enough to get away from them so I ran to the garage. I grabbed my bike from the corner behind some tools and pressed the button to open the door.

My parents didn't even hear me leave which hurt, but I wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. I had to stop every once in a while because I was losing my balance and my legs were tired. But I also just learned a few weeks ago.

I got my bike for my 5th birthday and I was so excited that I made daddy teach me right after I opened it. I fell on the sidewalk after he let me go on my own, so my mom and dad fought about that too.

After a while I decided to look around when I saw a sign in front of me that said "Riverstone Corner", it looked really fancy. All of a sudden I ended up in the grass next to the road. I looked down and there was a big rock that I hit when I wasn't paying attention.

I looked at myself and my knee and elbow were bleeding. I started to cry and I tried to yell for someone to help me but no one came.

I sat there, wondering what I could do to get help when a little boy ran up to me. He was wearing a pair of bright blue shorts and a blue and white striped shirt that matched with a brown belt. His brown hair was falling on his face from how long it was and he had brown eyes. He helped me up and then took my bike so I wouldn't have to walk with it. He told me that his mommy would take care of me and we could be friends.

"You're really pretty"

"Thank you, but boys are gross"

"I'm not gross! My name is Steve"

"I'm Kayla"

He shook my hand right as we walked up to his house and walked inside. His house was huge and it had like 50 rooms. My house could fit in one room here. He ran to get his mommy, so I started staring at the ceiling triple my height when they walked back together.

She looked like Steve but she was prettier. She gently took my hand as we walked through the house and helped me onto the bathroom counter. I wasn't scared at first but then she got out the white smelly liquid that burns and I was gonna cry again.

"Shh it's okay sweetie, I know it's gonna burn but it'll be over soon"

I prepared myself for the burning when Steve grabbed my hand and I squeezed it as the white smelly liquid burned my knee. She had to do it again on my elbow and it still hurt.

She put band-aids over my knee and my elbow and then told me and Steve to go play in the backyard. He had a playground and a slide in his backyard so we would climb to the top and slide down over and over until we were tired.

It didn't feel like it was that long until a tall man in a matching shirt and pants and hat walked up to talk to me. He said that my daddy was waiting for me at home and he was gonna take me to him. I nodded even though I was scared and took his hand.

Right before we left Steve's house he yelled as we opened his front door and said, "Wait don't go Kayla!"

I ran up and hugged him and said, "I'll find you again so we can play together!" before I left with the tall scary man.

We got in his car and drove for a while with my bike in his trunk before we got to my house. My daddy was waiting for us outside when he ran up to me. He pulled me into a hug that almost squeezed me to death and said that he was worried.

"I'm sorry daddy I just got scared when you and mommy were fighting"

"Oh sweetie it's okay, you know we would never hurt you"

"I know, I just don't like it when you and mommy fight"

"I don't like it either honey, especially when it scares you"

I kissed his cheek and he picked me up while the tall scary man put my bike in the garage. Dad put me back down and he told me to thank Mr.Hopper. I yelled a thank you as he drove off and he just waved at me.

Love, Kayla

a/n: hey lol um i tried to make this sound like it was a 5 year old writing it but it honestly came out sounding kinda cringy lmao

i promise my writing isn't actually this bad

anywho hopefully i'll be able to update again soon

love y'all <3