Dear Diary

Day 11

Dear Diary,

I guess from now until I graduate, I will be getting beaten every other day or everyday. I've been here before. I've already learned, but I'm always going to be stuck in running from the pain.

I walked into the restrooms. But, little did I know that Harry's ex friends were following me. They pushed me up against the tiled wall of the restroom and began their assault. They punched my face and stomach, telling me how I don't deserve to live. Calling me a fag and gay. They slapped me and spit on me, doing what they had done to Harry.

One of the guys took off his belt and held it in his hands. "Aww, I guess we are going to give you two matching cuts." He snickered, talking about the deep cut on Harry's cheekbone.

I closed my eyes and soon felt the hard metal buckle make contact with my face, barely missing my eye. I yelled out in pain as tears fell down my cheeks. The guy that held onto me finally let go of my collar and let me fall to the floor, hitting my head hard.

Now I'm here at home, writing all this down. Today wasn't a very good day.

-Louis T.