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I got caught.
Father found the bloody tissues I hadn’t disposed of and he forced my sleeves up. He yelled and mother had to tear him away from me.
That’s not so bad, it could've been much worse. But two days later, mother pushes this journal into my chest and makes me promise to get her if the wound is too deep. I said the words, I didn’t mean them. She tells me to write in this journal and she’ll make sure I don’t go to another psych ward.
I’m not taking a chance with that. I’m not going back.
So I’m stuck between these pages until I run out of room? I guess? I don’t know, she didn’t set any requirements.
…Am I supposed to sign off a diary? Whatever.
Till Tomorrow,
K. Rui
