Dear Diary,
I'm at the rooftop again, crying as I treated the bruises and scratches that I received from my step sister and her friends. I couldn't fight back because I was outnumbered by them.
I continued to treat my wounds until I saw a man who also sits beside me. It's Raphael. At his hands, I saw a plastic wrap. And I realized he just bought me antiseptic and ointment.
He carefully treated my wounds, and that day I realized that maybe he really cares, or worried about me.
I smiled in that thought.
~Anastasia~
