The Diary Of A Broken Girl

Chapter Eight

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Dear my love, Nathan.

I'm sorry I haven't written in the last week it has been a little crazy.

You asked me to formal.

Of cause I gladly accepted. I was overjoyed but I couldn't go.

I was so upset that I couldn't go because I was in the hospital for three days since my father and his girlfriend broke three ribs and the crazy bitch stabbed my twice. Lucky you found me before something worse happened. 

I was having trouble at the hospital, the doctors kept on asking how I had so many broken bones, bruises and stab wounds along with the scars that were already there. When I said I had fallen and the stab wounds they were from dropping a knife but they accepted the excuse thankfully.

You were so mad.

I was kind of scared you would hate me. 

You wanted to tell the hospital about the abuse but I knew if you did the police would be involved and I didn't want that. Not yet anyway.

We ended up having an argument about it but you calmed down when we agreed to tell the police after graduation.

I would love to say I'm leaving this place but I can't I still don't have enough money for an apartment and I still have yet to find one. I have been looking around but nothing so far.

i haven't told you that I'm planning to leave soon. I hope we can still be together.

I'm thinking of leaving to go to California. It's far away from my father, he wouldn't find me and It's a nice place.

I'm scared of telling you that I'm leaving.

I'm scared of what you might will say.

I'm scared of what you might do.

I'm scared of leaving you behind but I hope that you will come live with me.

I'm scared of what freedom feels like.

I'm scared of asking you to leave with me. I don't want you to leave your family behind or your friends. I don't want you to say no and move on to find someone better.

I know that it's a lot to ask and I'm being selfish. I want to be free and I need you but I think once I tell you that I'm leaving you will hate me and leave me for the school slut Chloe. You deserve better than me.

I'm not pretty like she is.

I'm not confident like she is.

I'm just a broken girl that you somehow like.

Apart from all of that I have stopped cutting myself. I threw out all of my blades the other day. I'm still having trouble with my eating disorder but I have gotten better I now eat two meals a day and a snack.

Graduation is in a few days.

I hope I can find some way to tell, so you won't be mad or hurt but I want everything to go smoothly so this nightmare can end.

I'll write to you in a few days. Your broken girl,
- Sophia