Hello! Many of you wanted to know what was in her notebook, so... Voila! Any links need to be de-spaced. Also, dates are vague, so you can make you're own conclusions as to what she's is talking about.
Why?
Why me?
Why can't I be happy? Or at least not be miserable.
I had the dream about mother again. When I was hidden under the bed. But I didn't cry. I swore I wouldn't, and I kept my word. Now I just have to survive.
Just one more day.
One more hour.
One Minute.
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It hurts. No matter how many times he does it, it always hurts. Will it never stop? He really seems to enjoy my pain. The small whimpers I still cannot silence. I may have been able to handle it, if he did it out of anger, or because he hated me. But he actually seems to enjoy having me at his house as a person. Even if his parents are out. But when he does IT...
He smiles. Like we were having lunch at a restaurant or pleasant conversation.
It's much more terrifying.
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Bella
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