The room was dark as I sunk into my bed, clung to my sheets. The night replayed in my head
Helga's POV
My parents were fight like usual and I didn't think anything of it until my mother was on the floor. I ran to her side,
" What is you problem" I yelled at my father. Why would he do something like this? She was his wife, not something to throw around like nothing. The next thing I knew i was holding my face.
' He hit me...' so many thoughts ran in my mind after that, I stood up and stated waling at my father. I was his daughter, and what the hell was he thinking!
He grabbed my by my wrist and threw me against the wall, I held my sides and I endured hit after hit.
He told me that i should have left ed it alone and not bothered him and that is was a lesson learned. I ran to my room and hoped that the pain would just disappear. I held on to my locket, the only hope for me now. I walked up to my mirror and saw what my father did to me. I couldn't go to school like this, people would talk an she didn't need that. I thought my father would hate me more and then beat me ten times worse. So I decided to stay home.
' why me? what did I do?' I thought as I scribbled in my journal of my hopeless thoughts.
Date January 10 ;
I never thought that my dad would be like this.
He always put food and work before us but he had his moments were he acted liked he cared about us.
The only one he was ever proud of was Olga.
She as the only thing that made him happy, because she won everything was the best at everything.
What about me, I was in Olga's shadow and that was hard.
I never could make him happy.
I was lost and invisible to all that were around me,
I couldn't even tell the boy that I love that I like him,
I was hopeless...