Dear Diary,
Everyone has always told me that their biggest inspiration comes when they lay in bed at night and think. When there's nobody else in the room, just them, a blanket, and a blank space for a ceiling. I used to be able to say that. I used to be able to stare into the ever present darkness of my ceiling a dream up new songs or crazy plans for my friends and I. It's crazy to think that was me 3 months ago. Now when I lay in bed, I just feel pain. Mostly mental, but physical too. The stinging of the bruises pretty much is ever present, but I'd take that over the conversations that play over and over in my mind. Sometimes, I wish I could just get away. Sometimes I wish I had the strength. But then I remember. I remember that this will pass. I will get my happy ending where I ride off in the sunset and get married and have children that love me forever. You may be wondering how I know that I'm not crazy and that I would be better just to leave. I know because that's what he told me. And frankly, I'm afraid to believe anything else.
Love,
Lacey
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General FictionLacey Marshall had never known her place in the world. She was shy and her self esteem was practically non-existent. Until one day, an attractive young man sneaks his way into her life. Lacey doesn't know, but underneath his charming and kind exteri...
