Journal Entry 4

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Dear Journal,

 My father had left weeks ago, and can I say, this house has never been this quiet. But something isn’t right, I don’t feel right. I feel empty. Something inside of me is screaming, begging for my dad to come back. I didn’t want him back, ever. But I think I have to continue this entry later on because I just heard the door open, Mum is probably home from the market. Oh my god, I’m so wrong… My father is home. Why is here? What is going on? I need to hide now, but there is nowhere to hide.

Journal, I’m done for.

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