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

 Gared visited me. He wanted to know how I was doing, he seemed so nice, asking me how I’ve been, but I couldn’t be comfortable around him anymore. 


 I flinched when he tried to reach out to me. I regretted it immediately though. I just couldn’t get the image of him being angry out of my head. It would have been fine if I hadn’t reacted, but I did. 


 When I moved away from his touch his eyes showed so many emotions. He was shocked at first, but then it slowly turned to sadness, which morphed into anger. He was mad again. He didn’t like the fact that I avoided him. 


 He started yelling at me, saying how ungrateful I was for avoiding him. He said I was saved from my parents because of him. He believed that I should be nice to him as he saved me from Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. 


Entry Twenty-Two