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Someone please help me. How am I supposed to change? Make it better? Feel better? How to I make the bruises that litter my brothers’ skin, as well as my own, disappear? I don’t know. I don’t know how. My brothers tell me that I need to be strong, that I can’t let him win. But how do you stay sane when the one person who is supposed to protect you, supposed to love you more than anyone else, betrays you? I want to stay strong, I’m trying to stay strong. But, I don’t see how this can get any worse. I don’t look like mom on purpose, it isn’t my fault. But I do look like her. And my brothers say that is my downfall.

I can’t talk anymore, he’s coming up the stairs. He doesn’t know about you, and I just found you. I don’t want him to take you away. I’m going to hide you beneath my bed. You’ll be safe there. I have to go now. He’s a the top of the stairs. I can tell because the floor makes a really loud noise under his feet. It sounds like screaming. I wish I could scream.

Goodbye.

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