Ginger sat on her bed with her journal. The pages had been stained with tears.
Dear Journal,
Today was horrible. It started out like this. This morning Mitch came over to walk me to school. He acted all nice and happy around my family, unlike the way I know him. He offered to help Mom with the dishes. I even almost fell for his charm. But I have learned to know better. He was like that on the way to school. He doesn't let my mom take me or go by myself. I have lost that privilege. He acted like that at school. As if nothing was wrong. But after school he took me to the ally and began to beat me with one of his textbooks. I don't know why. But he kept saying, "So who is he? So who is he?" after awhile I felt nothing.
I think that Macy and Dodie are getting suspicious. They keep asking me questions and I have to keep trying to make them think that everything is fine. But I don't think that I can wear this mask anymore. I want this to end. I would leave him but I'm too afraid now that things have gotten worse. But maybe, hopefully, thing will get better. Yeah this is just probably a stage for him.
Ginger hid journal in a fake book and put it on her bookcase. It looked invisible with the other book. 'No one can find it,' Ginger told herself. Ginger was tired and her arms were aching and bruised. She went to the bathroom to try to find something to make it better. She decided to wrap some cloth bandage around it to cover it. She would say that she tripped or something. She tried to cut the bandage but accidentally but hr arm.
She gasped quietly. The cut was small but she thought it felt good. Actually a little refreshing. There was a small red line with just a small amount of blood coming out. She wiped it away using water and soap. The soap stinged, but it felt wonderful to her. She wanted to cut herself 'accidentally' but again, but fought back her urge. Ginger cleaned the scissors to get rid of the evidence and put them back. "Ginger!" she heard her mother yell from the kitchen. "Phone for you!"
Ginger walked slowly down the stairs. She already knew who it was. Mitch. She didn't want to talk to him. His voice scared her now. She took the phone from her mom. "Hello?" she asked uncertainly into the phone.
"Hey Ginger it's me Macy," the person said. Ginger sighed mentally.
"Hey Mace what's up?"
"Nothing. It's just that you haven't been calling much, actually not at all. And you aren't acting like yourself."
"I don't know," Ginger said. "I just haven't been feeling well." That was true. She had a sick feeling in her stomach.
"Are you sure? Is everything fine?" Macy asked. "Dodie and I have been worried about you."
"I'm fine!" Ginger said raising her voice. "Nothing is going on! You don't have to bug me! It's my life and trust me I AM fine!" there was a silence after that.
"Sorry Mace," Ginger apologized. "I'm just feeling a little cranky today. Didn't get too much sleep."
"It's ok."
"Look Macy I have to go. My mom needs to use the phone. Bye." Ginger hung up before Macy could return her goodbye.
'How could I have said that? How could have been so stupid? I almost messed up our friendship. I always mess things up now. I'm a screw up,' she thought. Tears came to her eyes. Everything seemed to be falling apart right in front of her. Her friends. Her family. Her relation ship with her boyfriend. And now it seems she can't do anything right.