And time past, the beatings got worse. My aunt and uncle showed no mercy. My body was bruised and battered, but my soul was still alive and I was determined to make my dreams come true.
One sad day,I was playing in the hallway when I accidentally knock over my uncle's favourite vase. I watched it hit on the ground and shatter, like my dreams, into a million pieces. I knew the end had come. I knew uncle had tremendous temper.
I ran to my school and left my pink diary on my teacher's desk. I didn't want my brothers precious gift to be thrown away after I was gone . When I got back to the house, I was hoping I still had time, to see my uncle was already waiting for me at the door. He held a huge club in his hands and there was a evil grin on his face. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me inside .
There, behind closed doors,he beated me until was black and blue. Then he beated me some more. He beated me until almost every bone in my frail little body was broken and I was at death's door. My face was covered with blood and I could hardly breathe. I knew that my time had come. As my vision dimmed and my soul was leaving my body, my uncle never stopped beating me with his club.
The next day, I was found dead, lying sprawled on the cold floor, covered with dried blood. My teacher found my little pink diary on her desk. When she opened it and read what was inside, she immediately passed it on to the police.
My uncle was arrested for attempted murder, because luckily for him I didn't die and my pink diary was presented as an evidence at his trial. A jury of twelve honest men found him guilty. The judge sentenced him to be executed. He was hanged by the neck until he died, and I was sent to live with my teacher and she gave me a peaceful and happy home..
Now i'm save....
