Bellas pov.
Journal Entry: January 1
Hi, my names Bella and I'm kinda new at this journal thing. So here we go.
People always say we are supposed to be stronger than the demons in our mind, but I'm not. My therapist says it's because of my situation. See, my father is a really good man, but my mother on the other hand. My parents are divorced. My mom abuses me. I absolutely hate going over there. It's terrible, but there's nothing I can do. The kids at school bully me. I sometimes think it's not my fault but it is. I'm worthless, why should I matter? See I struggle with self harm, depression, anorexia, and bullimia. But it doesn't matter right? Well anyway gotta go.
"Bella?", my dad calls as I walk in from the bus stop. "Yup it's me" I say as I sit down at the table with a sigh.
"How was school"
"Same old same old"
"I'm sorry honey", SHIT! I forgot he knew what that meant....
"It's ok, it's getting easier" lies the demons say. The truth is its getting a little harder every day. Now, not only do I have bruises from my mom, I have bruises from the kids at school.
"I'm gonna go to bed", I said and he nodded. With that I trudged myself up the stairs and fell into a deep sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
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So? How was it? I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. I'll try and write more tmrw. Sprry for such a short chapter, its just a filler!! late so sorry for any spelling errors!!
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FantasyBella is a twelve year old girl who desperately needs help. Will she get it before it's too late? Read to find out.
