Journal Entry 2

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Dear Journal,

I can barely write, I can barely breathe... Everything hurts. Last night, he had found me hiding in the closet, clutching this journal deep into my chest. My father had dragged me out and shoved me down the stairs. I cried out as he squeezed my shoulders... All that was going through my head was why wasn't anyone helping me? Before I could even finish my next thought, he slapped me and he shoved me into the table, destroying the glass vase and the glass shattered everywhere. He then pulled me down to the floor. My back stuck onto the glass pieces when he beat me in a violent way and I could do nothing but burst into tears. I felt his shoe going through my stomach but I couldn't take the pain anymore, crying, "S-stop please, please just stop!" I eventually passed out, and everything I heard before that was my mother screaming and threatening to call 911 again.

These wounds and broken bones I have now might cure but one thing that won't will be the scars that are on my heart caused by the man that I still trust. Hoping one day, he will change.

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