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

 Hey Notebook, how are you? Well, you probably can’t answer that, so I’ll just tell you how I’ve been doing. 


 I’m finally able to talk again. I guess therapy really helped. Aside from that, I’ve also been talking to a psychiatrist since I woke up at the hospital. It’s been a few weeks since then, and it’s a lot more helpful than I thought it would be. 


 The nightmares have lessened and I’ve been able to go through the emotions I’ve been feeling. The psychiatrist was the one that helped me realize that feeling hatred was okay. That what they did to me would be unforgivable for some. That it was wrong of them to treat me that way. 


 I was shocked at first when she said that they should never have hurt me like that. I tried to explain that I was just getting punished, but she asked me what I felt about the punishments. That stunned me. I never thought about what I felt about them. I only thought about avoiding them as much as I could. 


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