Feb. 27
Dear Corinne,
Dad came flying up the stairs today and into my room with the stack of letters in his hands. A sticky note fell off the pile of loose papers and napkins- a letter from a day in November. I stared at it.
Dad: why didn't you talk to ME?! And you made me out to be the bad guy!
I swallowed.
(Me: I starved myself. I carved a blade into my hip.
Me: a man assaulted me. He used me and bruised me and I tried to hide it.
Me: I wanted to die. I hate myself. I'll never be the same.
Me: and all you care about is the fact that I wrote about you hitting me when I snuck out to see Collin?)
But instead I stood up, snatched the papers from him, ripped them in half and crumple them, then threw them on the floor. I stood there staring at them and he eventually walked away.
Love,
Leigh
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