Sept. 13, 2015
For the first time ever, my parents bought me something for my birthday. This present may be the first and the last one I will ever receive or maybe this is a sign of my "loving" parents finally changing.
Who am I kidding? A notebook is not a sign of change. It may be their peace offering because they finally plan to finish me off. But before my time comes, I guess you'll be my friend for a while. My only friend.
Hey Notebook, have you ever seen a puppet with bruises inside her clothes? If not, do you wanna meet me?
My name is Belle. A princess name for a pauper. I am not even a pauper really, I am treated less than that. Even less than dirt on a bad day. Now, don't feel bad for me, or suddenly dial 911, even though you can't really, since you are just a Notebook. I am already used to my life. It's been like this since I was five. That age was the age my life changed, and I don't really remember enough to say it changed for the better or worse. I was too young to remember anything before I turned 5 after all.
What I can tell you is that every day since then has always kept me on my toes. Not a single day went by without a little bit of excitement and anxiety mixed into it. At least you can never say my life is boring.
I have to go now. My mom, I mean, Mrs. Taylor, wants her afternoon coffee and if by some awful chance I don't bring it to her in less than five minutes my left arm will have the same mark as my right one. The bruises haven't really healed yet since I forgot to make dinner last week.
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I wanna close my eyes
And never open them again
Escape all these lies
Close all the curtains
Find a way out of this nightmare
That never seems to end
An endless pit of despair
And I can't anymore pretend
But I gotta put on a smile
Never forget to laugh
Drop all the bile
Even if it's just half
In front of all the lights
The truth will always be hidden
My only comfort is the nights
But still it will never be forgotten
Im a puppet for show
Gotta put on my strings
I can never be slow
Or else their gonna be pins
I have to wake up again
Learn some discipline
Turn off the pain
The shows about to begin
HI IM BELLE...
YOU ARE READING
Meet Belle
Teen FictionHave you ever met a puppet that has bruises under her clothes? If not, want to meet me? This is my diary, I wrote this in hopes of someone reading my story, I wonder, would you sympathize? call me pathetic? Or maybe find out that I am not worth help...
