Dear Journal.
December 30, 2011
I do not know how long its been since I've last felt normal. The more i see dad.. the more i want to bleed and cry.
I wish i could go back in time... Just spend more time with not only father, but mother also.
Shes changed... a lot ... It's as if she's forgotten all the traits of being a mother. She hasn't even visited father, and it brakes my heart that with every single visit he worry's more about her then himself.
He looks horrid.
Sounds horrid.
But when I asked mother to visit father she'd always get mad and hit me. And i'd get mad and cut.
My left arm is curved in scars. That I just know are never going away.
Sometimes when i look at them they remind me of everything I've been through.
Most of the time when i look in the mirror i see .. someone that's not me.. i see only a broken girl.... a broken girl with red eyes.
Sometimes that girl whispers to me at night.
She tells me how much she wants to die.
Journal... who am I?
From,
Ivy Howard.
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Inside The Mind Of Ivy Howard
Teen FictionA young girl named Ivy Howard whom is seeking for help, but instead of talking to someone she writes all of her problems in a journal, hoping that if anything happens to her someone would stubble upon it and find out the real truth.
