It's Monday morning 9 am, a school day, an excited school day. A week ago the drama happened, but today I'm going to tell them the truth.
The truth about me
About who I am
About who I became
About my story
Everybody stares at me, Daniel, my psychologist, my teacher, my sister Lily and all my classmates.
I was nervous, but telling my story, will help to cut the rumors off."I'm Gabriela Baker, I'm 17 years old and I was born in Durham, North Carolina. I lived there till I was 14 years, then my whole life changed. When I was 13 years old, I got hit for the first time by my parents. I have been abused for years by my parents. And I told you that they died, but that isn't true. They are still alive, in prison.
I didn't want to tell because it's too painful. It isn't easy to tell about your pain, about all the wounds and bruises I have, but I do have them. Covered with a sweater or a shirt. and what I told about my brother who is in another foster family? That one is a big lie too. He died, my parents killed him. They had psychological problems and they abused me and my brother for months.""And that's my story, but because you had already read it, you already knew this. That is why I want to thank the person that he or she has let me tell this story, because now there are no more lies, no secrets, and now you know everything about me. My life has not been easy, and it still isn't, but together with everyone around me I work hard on the future, on the better times."
Everybody was silence,
Staring at me
Staring at the picture behind meA picture of myself
Why?
Because this is my life and my story.I went back to my seat. "I'm proud of you!" Daniel said with a smile on his face. I looked at him "thank you" my voice was shaky, I was still nervous. It's not easy to tell a lot of people about everything that happened in your life.
That's the reason why it's called 'your' life
Because it's yours, and not theirs.
They don't know all the little things
They don't know about your feelings
They don't understand trough everything you've been to.."I did it!" I looked around the classroom. Who said it? "I stole your diary." Madeleine stood up and looked at me.
"I was jealous, because you we're 'the new girl' but everybody seem to like you especially one person" she looked at Daniel while I looked her straight in the eyes. But before I could say something, she had to go to the principal office. Knowing that she would be suspended.
"She was jealous because of me" Daniel said to me and turned around with his face to my direction. I looked him straight in the eyes. "Madeleine is my ex, she was jealous when she saw me spending time with you. But I didn't care, so she said that I had to leave you or she would do something worse, but I didn't believed her. And I really wanted to get to know you because you seemed different then everybody else. It seemed like you had a story, but that was hard, because you didn't said much. But now you did, and you explained everything which is very brave.' He smiled at me, I gave him a hug.
I have a friend
Daniel is my very first friend
And I'll never forget that.Dear Diary,
What an incredible weird day.
I explained my secret
I explained my lies
I told my story.
Everybody knows it now
Which is weird, but it feels good.
I'm glad that everybody understands it.
No more questions,
No more lies,
No more secrets,
Only the truth.
My life has been changed,
I've learned a lot from everything that happened to me. I made a friend..
Or a crush?
Who is gonna say it?
At least he's texting me now, we're sending each other heart emoji's
Does that mean he's more then 'just a friend'?
We'll see what the future brings!But for now, I've learned one big thing:
The past can't be changed, forgotten or erased. However, the lesson learned can be prepare you for a brighter future. And don't forget: It's never to late for a new beginning in your life!
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Dear diary... || Daniel Seavey
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