Angel in Disguise

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~November 3, 2006~

I grabbed a tissue and blew my nose. Dad came home drunk again and called me a 'bitch' and a 'waste of space'. I know dad's just mad at mom for leaving, but it still hurts.

I'm currently in the attic, dad's downstairs breaking the furniture. Tomorrow when he wakes up he's going to come up here and hit me again.

The thought makes me cry harder. My voice hitches a little and I try to calm down. The bruises hurt and I have a few bleeding cuts. Crying isn't going to heal them, but I just can't stop.

Tap.

I stop crying. What was that?

Tap, tap.

I froze in place. My breathing stopped and I slowly stood up. I looked to my left towards a small circle window. I stupidly walked over to the window and tapped once on it. Then twice, just like I had heard before.

Tap.

Pause.

Tap, tap.

After that I stepped away from the window and watched. A finger came up and tapped the glass again. This time there were three taps.

Tap, tap, tap.

A slight smile rose from my lips and I tapped the glass to the same pattern.

Tap, tap, tap.

This went on till my dad yelled at me from downstairs. "Ivory, if you keep tapping on that window I'm going to come up there and-" You don't wanna hear the rest. His voice was muffled because of the closed attic door, but I stopped the tapping and went over to my sketch book. I ripped out a piece of paper and wrote on it.

I'm Ivory, what's your name? Will you be my friend? I don't really have any.

I took the paper and folded it, then slid it under the window so he or she could get it. I also put a pencil out there so they could reply. The person took the note and pencil.

After a while the note fell on the attic floor along with the pencil. I opened it and smiled. They had replied.

Hello, Ivory.
My name is Grey. I don't have friends either. I'd like to be your's, if your not scared of me.

I frowned and replied.

Why would I be scared? Do I have a reason to be?

He answered.

Well, probably not. I just don't want to hurt you.

I smiled as I wrote.

Grey, your not gonna hurt me any more than my dad does. I'd love for you to be my friend. Can I see your face?

I shoved the note and pencil under again and waited.

Then it returned.

I'm sorry, but for your safety I can't show my face, but I will be your friend. I must go, good bye Ivory.

Siete belli dentro e fuori . Non dimenticate mai che.

I smiled and a few tears fell down my face. I've never had a friend before.

Grey, thank you.
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For the sake of the story, I'm not going to translate it. It is in Italian, but I suggest you don't translate it. At the end of the book I'll translate it.

Trust me, okay?

Thanks!