Dear Diary,
Why me? My mom tells me it's my fault. My dad left us because of me. She says if I was a better child he wouldn't have left her. I try to be good. I try to be better. She's never happy with me.
Ever since dad left she has been a mess.
She always is hanging out with a different guy. She also started drinking. She is always drunk. When she is drunk she gets mad at me. She got mad last night. I'm still sore. I have a lot of bruises.
Today I went to school. I covered my bruises with makeup. No one can know. Not even my best friend.
When I was in history, the teacher asked what happened to my arm. I looked down to see a bruise I missed. I panicked. I casually laughed and said, "It's a funny story actually. I was in my kitchen last night to get a drink of water. Suddenly I heard a noise. It scared me and I jerked my arms in surprise. Then I hit my arm really hard on the counter. Turns out the noise was a tree scraping against my window." I think he believed me. Everyone else was glad it took up class time.
I wish I could talk to someone, but I can't.
I have to go to work now.
-Natalie
I cover my bruises with more makeup. Then I change into my uniform. I grab my phone and hurry downstairs. My mom is making out with a random guy on the couch. I roll my eyes and hurry outside.
I work at Olive Garden as a waitress.
My mom is drunk all the time and doesn't have a job. Even though my dad sends money every month, it's obviously not enough. I work most days after school. The good thing about summer is that I make more money because I can work more.
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I'm okay. -Ethan Dolan-
FanfictionNo one knows the real her. They just know the happy person she pretends to be. But under all the fake smiles it isn't pretty. You never really know what someone is going through.
