Help

Diary Entry no. 4

I need help right now. I cant handle it anymore. I feel afraid of him. At what he is capable of doing. I cant go on doing something without being afraid of him. If i do something, he makes it 10 times worse. Like yesterday, how i told you how he made me cut more. Thats because he caught me and told me to do it more so that i could feel pain. And i did. He told me that was nothing compared to him. I snapped and he ended up cutting my skin, i felt helpless at the sight of him. I needed someone to comfort me and tell me it was going to be okay, even though it wasnt. Id rather be lied to than have nobody. I needed my mom or dad. Possibly, if i had siblings. I could feel every scar he was cutting on me. I could feel the blood rushing down the edge of my arm. He then left me on a table and my arm is hanging down as i felt blood drip down my arm. *Drip *Drip *Drip . As my blood feel to the ground, i felt this was the end of me.