I'm going home

Planning the run.

Yumi's POV
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        Its April 28th 1992, I was writing in my diary, my parents hate this month so more abusing me.....great. Thankfully it's almost over, I plan to run away tonight while they sleep. Well attempt to.....but I have to try to look on the bright side. People at school also bullied me today, I can count at least 60 bruises from them and 80 bruises from my parents. Then there's 30 cuts, of course those are from my dad. He loves carrying a knife around in his pocket. If I get cut and a teacher asks why, I'm forced to say "I normally like doing outside activities and I tripped while running so I cut myself on a branch that was lying on the ground." Horrible right? My best friend Fukumi, left me and started dating my old crush. Oh how I despise her, she's the main bully to me now. I want someone in my life to actually care for me. Many people asked me when I was younger, did you live here your whole life, my answer is "no". I moved when my mom died with cancer, she's so lucky to be out of this horrendous world. I loved my mom the most, she was an angel down from heaven, her mission was to rescue me in a land full of candy and animals being safe and sound from here. That's my definition of home, before I can go, my mom said to me "You can't follow me until you find your one true love, did you know your dad is the one I rescued, but your my little angel in rescue to save the one you trust the most. Make your choice wisely, sweetheart."? If she was here, dad would've never became this monster, he would've never found a monster like him to love. I would still love him....but fate's been already decided, and I hate that. I need to stop talking about my life now. Heh, someone might think I'm talking to myself, which would make pain even worse then what it is now. I need to pack now, I hope this goes by planned correctly, one wrong mistake, I'm done for. My windows already boarded up because of my other attempts. The monsters plan to leave around 9pm, it seems to be around 7pm. So I better hurry up. I would not even lie about this, I'm very, very nervous.

Diary entry- April 28th, 1992 7:46pm.