09/14/2019
Dear Journal
Yesterday I got into a fight with another student in my school, I forgot his name. But now I'm suspended for a whole week and I have to stay home with a demon, my dad. Once I came home he threw a glass bottle at me, I'm still pulling glass out of my face. And he slammed my head onto the island multiple times, pretty sure I have a concussion, it hurts like hades. I've already cleaned up the blood before Mom came home. I wish I could tell her what a monster her husband is. But she doesn't believe me, her own DAUGHTER! And Chris is too scared to try because last time I tried, I got beat bad. So to keep him out I barricaded the door. So far so good, and Chris has been staying in my room too. He is too scared poor...poor thing. Till next time! Bye!
~Sincerely Alice~
I put my pencil down on the carpet floor and closed my journal. I fished into my pocket and pulled out a small key and locked to journal closed. Then I shoved it under my bed, being careful to not wake up Chris. I heard talking downstairs, it was probably 'Dad' if that's what you could call him, and his friends. Just to be safe I opened the door quietly and tip-toed to Chris's room. His room was blue and much more organized than mine. I can understand now why my room was all organized and clean too. I picked up his piggy bank and hidden money then tip-toed back to my room. I then turned on my heels and locked as well as barricaded the door. Then I crept over to the bed side table and placed Chris's money in the drawer. I then brushed my hair and dressed myself in a red shirt, jeans and black jacket. I sat onto my bed beside my sleeping brother. I looked over and couldn't help but smile. I ruffled his hair gently and kissed his forehead. My eyes then felt heavy and I realized that I haven't slept all night. I laid down next to Chris and snuggled my dragon plush. I felt my red eyes close slightly, stinging slightly. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as images of the night before flashed before my eyes. All the times that...that monster hurt both Chris and me. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my tongue to hold back more tears. I shoved my face into my plush and cried, hoping someone would hear and rescue us from this living hell. I cried until I fell asleep, tears staining my cheeks. Vivid images of a mansion and my parents, well..parents that actually treated me like a daughter and Chris like a son. And I could finally smile for once, a REAL smile. Even if it is a dream. It was the closest one to a real smile in seven years. And it felt..good. For once in 7 years.
~Till next time my Journal, Sincerely the Author, also sorry for the short chapter..~
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AdventureAlice Grint, a young fourteen year old girl in the eighth grade has gone through more than anyone should ever go through. But to her, that doesn't matter. Her brother is all she is worried about. And when the person who's caused the most pain in her...
