Sept. 15, 2015
It happened again, today they keep "playing nice", they never treated me like this. I don't have the correct qualities to be treated like a wounded princess; First, I'm fat which always caused Mrs. Taylor's friends ridicule for having a fat ass daughter. Next, I am second in my class which causes Mr. Taylor his precious time being gloated to by the father of Gared; the "first honor", every time they meet, which is basically every weekend.
I don't understand the reason why they are acting so nice to me... Like this morning, when I served breakfast, Mrs. Taylor didn't even throw the food in my face which is a morning ritual really. And Mr. Taylor didn't ask, I mean command me, to recook his egg because it was too "plain" which is also a morning ritual. I guess that's how they stay in shape. I'm the only one in this house that cooks their meals and almost all the time they throw it in my face or re-cook it over and over again till they get so irritated that they throw the food in my face and go to work, if it's dinner, sleep.
You're probably wondering why I'm the one doing the cooking and cleaning or why I even have chores since we probably have maids who'll do it for us. Well, it's because we don't. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor fired all of the helpers when I arrived so no one could find out about our little "private sessions" as a family, which either leaves me close to the grave or just badly bruised. But either way, I never went to the hospital. In fact, no one in the world has seen my bruises except for Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.
They even gave me an allowance earlier. I don't understand what's going on anymore. My day was uneventful except for the allowance which is a weird day for me. I don't have a single new bruise on my body today on the other hand, my face is still healing from the slight burn. But the doctor, A.K.A Mr. Taylor said it won't leave a mark and would heal in two days or so. Everything is so upside down right now.
It's a weird thing, Notebook. I'm terrified; when I should be glad or even happy; when should I be scared... Maybe I've gone mad. I wonder if I'm actually already dead and everything so far has been a long, amazing dream. It could also be a trick, an illusion, I mean. I don't want to freak out, so maybe it's just an old-fashioned trick that they're trying to play tricks on me. There is no better explanation as to why everything feels like it's all in the past now.
I'm just rambling now... Surprised, I guess. Well, I have to go now, Notebook. Hopefully, this is really the beginning of something amazing.
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POEM:
I can't believe my eyes
It all happened so fast
It has melted, the ice
Everything is now in the past
Maybe it's a trick
Maybe It's an illusion
I don't want to freak
Maybe it's just an old fashion trick
Their eyes gleam with honesty
Their faces guarded with an iron mask
I know I need all the bravery
More than just this flask
I'm terrified
When I should be glad
Happy when I should be scared
Maybe I'm Mad
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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...
