Dear Journal,
Today was just as horrible as yesterday. Well since Darren and me have broken up, I have found a new boyfriend. I should have waited awhile, but I didn't want to be alone. Mitch has started being abusive. Not always verbally, sometimes physically. How did my life end up like this? You are the only I can trust now.
Ginger Foutly shut her diary and put it under her mattress. She got out of bed and prepared herself for school. Since her life has taken a dramatic, and depressing turn she hasn't really cared about her appeared. That morning after she had taken a shower she didn't bother to comb her hair. She put on some regular blue jeans and a long sleeved black shirt to cover the bruises on her arms.
She left the house early, skipping breakfast. She rarely talked to her family anymore so her secret wouldn't get out. She thought this was all her fault, she is the reason that Mitch is abusive to her and that she is the cause for her depression. She walked slowly to school enjoying the peace. She watched some birds fly across the light blue sky. She sighed in her happiness. But that happiness was soon interrupted by a voice. A voice that she now fears. "Hey Ginger!" some called to her. She stopped dead in her tracks with fear. It was Mitch. "I told you to wait for me you bitch." He raised his hand ready to slap me, but luckily for Ginger Dodie came along.
"Hi Ginger! Hi Mitch!" she said happily. 'That's just like Dodie. Not a care in the world,' Ginger thought.
Ginger took in a silent deep breath and prepared to put back on her mask. "Hey Dodie what's up?" she said in a fake happy voice. It sounded so real to everyone else that no one else could tell what was really behind her words.
"Oh nothing. Guess what I hear," Dodie said excitedly. Ginger zoned out on her but pretended that she was listening. She got an uneasy feeling. She could tell that Mitch was looking at her. She looked at him. Her empty eyes met his cold eyes. "Did you guys hear me?" Dodie said breaking the glare.
"Um what?" Mitch asked.
Dodie sighed. "Never mind.
Ginger had that uneasy feeling all during school. She feels it everywhere except when she is writing in her journal. School seemed to fly by. When the last bell rang school ended, and so did her sanctuary of peace. She was scheduled to meet Mitch at his house after school.
She hesitated as she rung the doorbell. But as soon as it rang he was there to answer it. It was like he was waiting at the door for her. "Come in Ginger," he said in a sick sweet voice. She fallowed him into the living room. 'No one must be home if he isn't taking me into his room,' she thought. She sat uneasily on the couch. He said on a chair opposite from her staring at her. She fidgeted uncomfortably. She was going to say something but he spoke before her. "So what were you doing talking to Alex?" he asked. She could hear the anger rising in his voice.
Before she could answer he spoke again. "There isn't anything going on between you. Is there?"
Ginger shook her head. "No we were just talking, I swear!"
But Mitch didn't seem to believe her. "It better be but if I see you around him or any other guy, you will pay dearly." Ginger nodded. She looked ok on the outside but on the inside she was crying. "You can now," he said dismissing her. She got up and ran out the door with tears starting to stream down her face.
She closed the front door behind her. She leaned against the door and buried her face in her hands. "Ginger?" her mother said. Ginger looked up. She didn't see her sitting on the couch watching TV. "Is everything ok?"
"Yeah I was just thinking," she lied. "I think I'm going to lay down for awhile and maybe write." Her mother nodded and Ginger walked up the stairs. She flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. 'How did my life end up like this?' she thought. More tears came to her eyes. She tried to blink them away but one escaped.