Dear Library Love

Dear You

Dear You,

I can't move. Well, I can, but barely. Karen is on a business trip. Its just Jorge and I. He beats me more often now. He drinks sometimes. He beat me today. His kicks were harder, so were his punches. He ripped my shirt.

I've cried so much the past couple of weeks. I've gone to the library less. The librarian keeps pestering me.

"Are you okay?"

I'm fine.

Lies.

Why does she ask when it is so clear? I'm not okay. I'm dying inside. I want to go back to the orphanage. I wish I'd never been adopted.

 I wish you'd never moved. You would ave been there for me. You would have helped me. You would have kissed me and told me that its okay.

You'd fight for me.

I can't fight for myself.

I'm all out of tears.

Love,

Porter