It’s been 7 days, 168 hours as of now that makes it exactly a week. Sorry I’ve been gone I ran out of ink no pen no letters to write down I thought about slitting my wrist just to write down a few words in my own blood but no razor.
He came again last night; “HE” was here in my room in my bed he didn’t even wait till I fell asleep he just came. I tried to fight him I did I really did but he’s a monster he’s stronger than me, he hit me so hard I chipped a tooth. I bleed he just watched and yelled at me he threw me on the bed I begged him no I did I really did, but he laughed and did me anyways. I counted the squeaks 217 that’s 5 less from the last time, he was rougher this time, I’m still hurting he made me bleed. I hate him I want him to die and burn die and burn die and burn over and over and over again, no rest no peace.
I’ll kill him one of these days I’ll kill him I want him to suffer suffer as much as he made me suffer I want him to hurt 3 times as bad as I hurt……..soon I hope.
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