The night stars twinkle in the distance. I look over at my clock it is now 9. I stack my notes and pages in my hands. Any paper Momma would look for. Anything she could use against me. I go into my closet and take my journal out of it's hiding spot. My fingers gently stroke the cover. Momma didn't find it. A feeling of relief washes over me. It feels as if a weight has been lifted off my chest and I can breathe easy again. I'm so glad Momma didn't find it. My journal is the thing that I actually had stuff in. I had my notes and my stories in my journal.
My door opens. "Ray," Max calls as he enters my room.
"Over here," I wave him over. "I need your help."
Max makes his way over to where I am sitting. "Whats up?"
"Wanna burn something?"
"Shot yeah," a smile spreads across his face.
I hand him a couple of the papers while I grab the rest. Max grabs a lighter off the counter as we make our way out of the house and deep into the woods below. Max made a small circle then looked at me.
"Why are burning all this?" he asks getting to his feet again.
"Momma." Max nodded. With just one word exchanged between us Max knew why. It was too risky to keep my writings at home anymore.
Max took the pages out of my hand and placed them in the circle. He lite them on fire and waited. He holds out his hand for the last piece in my hand, my journal. My fingers trace it's cover again before I hand it to him. He tears the pages out in handfuls and feeds them to the flames.
My thoughts, my stories, my favorite songs, notes, things that had happened, fears, anything I need to write engulfed in flames. I did not leave until it was all gone, until I was sure there was nothing but ash. I wanted to make sure that it would be gone for good. I wanted to make sure that I never heard or saw of it again.
After this incident, I stopped writing. It was too risky to write. If she had read what I had wrote I don't know what she would have done. I did feel bad because she felt that way about me and I was extremely angry that she went through my room without permission. Nothing is sacred in this house.
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Non-FictionRaven always loved her parents, even after they got divorced. She didn't blame them. They just went their separate ways. This changes when her mother convinces her that she must move in with her. After moving in with her mother, Raven's life is fli...
