Hey diary,
Woke up today feeling grand as I wouldn't have to face school. I walked down my stair case shocked to find my mother on the ground stripped bare of her clothes, bleeding. She was either bashed or raped or both, feeling confused I looked around for someone, no one was there so I ran to her, picked her up and held her in my arms. I slowly stroke her hair, letting my tear drops fall and create little droplets in her hair. Feeling lost, I check her neck for a pulse, it's still there. I dial 911 slowly and breathlessly. Till I saw a shadow come from the kitchen, it must be my father coming back for something
I went quiet and held my mother for about an hour till the shadow started approaching me, I held my breath daring not to breathe knowing if it was my father I would face the same fate as my mother. Slowly and steadily he moves forward. I take a breath. I think to myself breathe, till I realise I'm still on a call with an operator, I whisper slowly and tears of fear fall, till all of a sudden it goes dark.
When I woke up I was accompanied by an officer, in his kind words he told me it was my father, he raped and bashed my mother. Who now was fighting for her life, her head was thrown into the wall.. Which probably explains the dints and shit, why is it that when I finally feel happy shit has to happen? I was told I may need to go into foster care, but I asked to stay here for now. My mum has 3 days to wake up or I'm going to foster care, Why the fuck did you do this to us dad? But I must be honest this isn't a first.
Hours of waiting diary and I still haven't had a call from the hospital, was it really that bad? I'm now scared for my future, will this be my escape from the bullies? Or will this just stir the beans and make it worse, I don't know what to do and it's scaring me. I guess this is when I'm gonna be the time to show everyone how grown up a 16 year old needs to be, time to shine Heather!!!
Well I don't really have a bedtime tonight, and I'm not tired either just give me a sec what else to talk about
Oh yeah! I remember when I was 4 years old and went to Canada with my mum not with dad as he was on a business trip, but we went to go visit Aunt Lizzi she gave us a tour of her hometown and everything, shame I don't remember the name.. But I remember early in the morning seeing the snow set on the grass , memories are beautiful and ugly things
Well I'm gonna crash, I appreciate you letting me write these down
Night diary xx
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