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

 Hi Notebook, today has been exhausting. Someone almost saw my bruises. It was the old couple from my engagement party with Gared. 


 I didn’t mean for it to happen. I was just greeting the guests, for the party, when they approached me. They were really nice, they asked how I was, and if I continued to see the pastor after our wedding. I don’t usually talk with others without Gared, but he was busy talking with other guests. 


 When they were about to leave, they suddenly hugged me, I’ve never been hugged before. It felt warm. But they accidentally touched my bruises, the pain wasn’t that bad anymore but I winced. The couple noticed and was about to ask questions. Good thing Gared came just in time. 


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