A Diary

By: FMA4EVER

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October 29, 2006

She’s gone again. Never unusual, but tiring none the less. She left with what’s-his-face again. I’m not angry really, just tired. Tired of my life sounding like a Sarah Dessen novel. It’s always the same line, “I know I shouldn’t have gone, but he swept me off my feet! And you are old enough to stay home alone. You’re what? 12?” I’m actually 15. She just missed the past three years. Mom has always acted like this ever since Dad left. He walked out on us when I was 11. The only thing that I remember from my father was his ability to make all the bad in life go away. Even if it was only for a little bit. I should be mad. I should hate him, but I don’t. The only thing that I’m upset about or wish I could change is…I wish he took me with him.

November 1, 2006

Mom yelled at me again. Not unusual. I didn’t prepare dinner the correct way. I’m used to not being perfect. I know I’m not, but she hasn’t figured that out yet. Right now, she’s on the phone with Joe, telling him how terrible I am and how she regrets keeping me. I can’t wait till I’m old enough to leave. And I know that when I do, I will never come back. I’ll be like Dad. He left Mom because she cheated on him. She cheats on me too, so I’ll leave her. One of these days.

November 3, 2006

She has gone too far. She hit me and locked me in my room. I’ll usually forgiver her, but now I’m done forgiving. I’m gone. I plan on leaving and finding Dad. Then I can have a normal life. Free of her. I already know where he is. I’ve done some research and I know that he lives in New York. It’s only a bus ride away and I’ve saved up the money working at Madison’s Flower Shop. I’m going to leave and I won’t come back. No matter what.

November 4, 2006

I found a bus station nearby and have bought a ticket to New York. I wait for the bus and hope that she doesn’t find me. I’d really get a beating if she knew. At this moment, I’m filled with many emotions; sacred, happy, nervous, worried, but the best of all relieved. I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted. No more lonely nights with my algebra book. No more roaming the school halls with no one to talk to. No more eating in the bathroom for lack of friends. No more her. And that’s the best of all.

The man closes the newly written in diary as tears coarse down his aged face. He sits in the house of where he and his wife and little girl used to live. The neighbors had called him to come home, for they heard shouts. He had sworn to himself he would never return to that wretched woman, but his little girl needed him and he wasn’t going to let her down a second time. When he got there, it was too late. His wife had taken the fifteen-year-old home from the bus station and shot her. The woman was in jail and the broken hearted man was alone. He held the diary close to his heart and prayed for her. He prayed to God that he hoped one day he could forgive and be forgiven. He prayed for himself and the little girl who died, trying to find her father.

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The End

This was really depressing, so I am really sorry because I didn’t mean for it to end so sadly.

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