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

 The last few days since the trial have been the happiest days of my life. 


 To start, Gabriel and Martha asked me to go back to school. As not to miss any more classes. I was terrified, afraid that they would be mad at me and hate me for sending Gared to prison. He was the model student after all. 


 I was wrong though. Everyone looked happy and relieved to see me. It seems the trial was on the news, because of how high profiled our families were, and everyone seemed to sympathize with me after that. 


 I didn’t want them to pity me though. I don’t want to be friends with them just because they pitied me. I wanted to be strong. 


 The abuse was behind me already, and I wanted to be free from that. The nightmares are still there, but if they will never leave, I don’t want them to follow me during my waking hours. I needed to be free from all the memories. 


Entry Thirty-Five