Have you ever met a puppet that has bruises under her clothes? If not, wanna meet me? This is my diary, I wrote this in hopes of someone reading my story, I wonder, would you sympathize? Call me pathetic? Or maybe find out that I am not worth helping.

Meet Belle

 My bruises have not healed. Ever since the incident, I have been locked in my room. I cannot go out as others might see the bruises on my face and arms. These past few days I’ve been entertaining myself by reading the bible. 


 The promises and stories told in it seem like a fairytale. I’ve been praying, hoping that they are true. I would like the life that the bible promises for every believer. Notebook, I know that I am at fault for everything that has happened to me, but the pain from these sessions, starting from Mr. and Mrs. Taylor’s “family sessions” to the incident with Gared, have all been too much for me. 


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