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

 It’s finally done. Gabriel and Martha took me out of that house. This time I had no choice but to follow if I still wanted to survive. 


 I have not been able to leave my room since Gared opened my door the day Martha and Gabriel visited us. Notebook, I knew something was gonna happen. I just didn’t realize how much I had angered him. 


 He locked me up and beat me every day. He punished me for talking to Martha and Gabriel, every day. His anger took a turn for the worse when I refused to let a single tear fall. He wanted to see me in pain. But I couldn’t cry. My eyes were dry and no matter what he did, no tear would fall. 


 When he entered my room that day, the first thing he said was “what did you tell them?”, that sentence made me want to hide. 


Entry Thirty-Two