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

 Mr. and Mrs. Lee visited me today. They wanted to see how I was doing. I wondered how Gared had let them pass but they said that they told Gared that they were visiting to talk about a business venture, and they just naturally said that they needed to use the restroom in the middle of it. 


 While wandering the halls, one of the maids had told them where to find me. Maybe they didn’t hate me after all. 


 I was scared that after seeing what Gared had done to me the maids might hate me as well. They seem to avoid me naturally so that was the best thing I could think of. I’m glad that it seems I was just overthinking. I don’t want more people to turn into Gared or Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. I already made them hurt me. I don’t want others to regret doing the same. 


Entry Thirty-One