My name is Raven Knight I am 16 years old and this is the story of my life and death.
March 11, 2006
Dear Diary, it's been a while I've been so busy dealing with mom after dad died. It was so hard to lose him; he wasn't just my dad but my best friend. Mom took it even worse than me she started drinking, taking drugs, and bringing home different men every night, who I would have to fight off.
October 29, 2006
It's been a real struggle but after rehab and counseling mom has got better she's stopped doing drugs and drinking, she's even got a new job now. She's seems happy and crazy in love with this guy from work. I'm truly happy for her, but sometimes I get jealous and angry after dad died I had no one, my 'friends' left me not wanting to deal with the sad girl, so I shut myself off from everyone.
November 25, 2006
His name was Jerry, he seemed nice and seemed to really care about my mom, he came over our house to celebrate Thanksgiving with mom. Everything had been going good until about 3 a.m. when Jerry came into my room and locked the door behind him, right as I was about to scream out, I felt his hand grip my mouth and cold metal against my throat. Jerry's warm breathe on the back of my neck, sent a chill of fear down my spine, he told me to shut my mouth or he would kill me and my mother. So scared sh*tless I nodded my head, knowing he meant every word. Hours later he left me in my bed naked, bloody, and feeling disgusted with myself for not fitting back, but letting him take my innocence away from me. That night as I stood in front of the mirror I starred at the reminder he left me; an enormous J that wrapped around both sides of my stomach and curved down my inner thigh; I swore my revenge to kill him, as he killed my soul.
January 21, 2007
It's been about two months since that sick bastard raped me, from then on I'm never in the same room as him for long, and made sure not to be alone with him at any moment. It seemed to be working, but that didn't stop him from constantly threatening me that he would kill if I ever told of what happened.
February 14, 2007
What a crappy Valentine's Day, my mother has been acting like a love sick puppy all day "Jerry this, Jerry That" if only she knew. As soon as Jerry came in I got up to leave, but was called back by Jerry to see the surprise he had. Jerry then got down on one knee and asked my mom to MARRY him. With tears streaming down her face my mom said yes, as Jerry threw me a smug look over my mom's shoulder, something in me just snapped. I went for the closest thing I could use, which happened to be a candle holder, and I just went Chucky on his sorry a** stabbing him repeatedly until I felt someone drag me off of him. My own mother screamed and call me a MURDERER, and began to hit and slap me, I tried to tell her what he did to me but she wouldn't believe me, just calling me a whore and a slut for taking her love away from her again.
I couldn't take it anymore so I ran to the only place I knew, my feet had taken me to the lake I spent most of my childhood with my dad. As I walked around the lake, I could hear the cop sirens in the distance wailing like my lost heart. Starring into the lake I could see my father's face starring back at me, not until it disappeared in ripples, did I realize I was crying.
There and then I decided I was just too tired and wanted to go to sleep.
February 15, 2007 1:07 a.m. Mom
It all felt like a dream as I followed the cops through the forest, all around me I heard the dogs barking and the search party talking. The silence rang heavy in the air, as I reached the clearing I dropped to my knees. There I saw my baby hanging from a tree lifeless.
