The Journal

Chapter: 6- The Third Entry...

Chapter: 6- The Third Entry and Nightmares

Saturday, December 6, 20**

I sat in my room pen ready as I opened the journal to a new page.

December 6, 20**

Dear journal,

Remember when I said I despised my stepfather? Well yeah I really do. I never thought that in my life I'd meet someone who can make my emotions so out of control in so little time. That was until I met him. Yet it's not just the way he treats me that made my hate for him reach such high levels, it was the way my own mother, my own flesh and blood, didn't even seem to care that he did those things to me that let it grow (my hate). I don't know why she just pretends she doesn't see what he does to me. I don't even see how she acts so cheery when things like this happen, how she acts like everything's fine and normal when it's not. Oh and not to mention today she LIED to me to get me to go to my first tutor session. Said I was going to meet Mrs. Green when I was actually walking up to Pierce's house. I mean I have nothing against Pierce but man he's like one of the most intimidating and angry at the world people that I've ever met, and that's including me. Plus he kind of implied that I was stupid, and that kind of hurt my feelings although I don't really care...I find I don't care about a lot of things these days, how I look, dress, talk, those things aren't as important to me as they once were. But I still have something to look forward to. Cailyn and Caleb. Although it may seem like I am not close to them like everyone else, I actually am, and I absolutely adore those two. They just might be the light at the end of the tunnel to me, and I won't let anyone take that away from me. It's one of the last things I have left, afterall.

JE:#3, Zoey

After I'd finished writing I slowly closed the book, and set my pen down. Getting out of the chair to my desk I lazily walked to my bed, pulling the covers back and crawling under them. And once I'd finally gotten comfortable enough, I drifted to sleep.

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••2:00 o'clock am, December 7, 20**••

I looked around the dark space hoping that nothing bad would happen to me. It was cold, and dark, so very,very dark.

"Da-...dad! Where are you?! Dad!"

I screamed out for him, nothing was right. The sweet smell of the flower field we were in moments ago replaced with the faint scent of rubber...and iron. I gulped, what if that wasn't iron I was smelling but...blood?

Shaking my head I tried to focus on where I was. The sun wasn't that visible here and I could faintly feel the bumping and moving from where I was. A car...I think I was in a car...but where was dad?

Looking around I tried to move but couldnt. My hands where tied behind my back the rope hurting my wrist. I tried to move again only to once again be stopped. I looked behind me it looked like the rope around my wrists was attached to another one which prevented me from going so far.