Poor Bunny

5/06

Dear diary,

He did it again. I tried to scrub off my skin in the shower but I still feel dirty. The cold hands of him on my body still linger with the unseen hand prints in places they don't belong. The hot water burns my already red skin.

I can't un-see anything. I want to go home but where is home? Do I belong no where?

I still haven't found anything to distract myself. She still hasn't noticed but it looks like she seems to be more happier. What about me? I'm suffering but I can't tell her because she'll hate me.

5/12

Dear diary,

He gifted me a bunny. I don't want it. The bunny is dirty like him. I don't want it. Its shiny soft white fur is deceiving. Its black eyes with its little button nose is fake. The gift is fake. I don't want it.

5/13

Dear diary,

She asked me where the bunny was today. I told her it ran away.

I'll tell you a secret. I know what happened to the bunny. The bunny was taking a bath one day. But because of its coat the water was too heavy for the body the carry. It was choking on the water, frantically trying to swimming out but I'll tell you something else, someone held out their hand and pushed its head deeper into the water. Was I supposed to save it? Would it been worth it to save the bunny? Maybe it was my fault it had died.

He told me it was such a shame that the bunny died. He said it was one of his most beloved pets. I feel like I'm a pet. I want to leave. I don't want him near me.