-We found her diary under the mattress of her beb, she always took it with her even when we were just living for an hour, and she was always writing on it but we never knew what- explained with raspy voice holding the diary like it was her life.
Mr. Blake took the diary from her shaky hands and travelled trough the pages. It was fulled of quotes and excerpts from stories the girl wrote. He was listening every single word of hers, she started silently and with every page he turned, her voice was rising to the point she was shouting. Mr. Blake couldn't understand how no one had never listened to her begging for help.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From My Brain
RandomPalabras jamás dichas, sueños robados, recuerdos que aún duelen y fantasías de mi mente que no serán vistas por nadie pero son publicadas para sacarme el dolor del pecho.
