Status: Short Story!
Jocelyn Edwards' Journal
Entry Five
August 18, 2004
HE hit me again. The bruises are getting deeper and higher up. HE's running out of room on my arm. My face is so discolored that I sometimes feel like a ghost watching the world go by as HE hurts me some more. I tried to tell my mother, but she thinks I'm lying again. How much longer can I take this? I have to do something about it, but what?
HE hit me again. The bruises are getting deeper and higher up. HE's running out of room on my arm. My face is so discolored that I sometimes feel like a ghost watching the world go by as HE hurts me some more. I tried to tell my mother, but she thinks I'm lying again. How much longer can I take this? I have to do something about it, but what?
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sorry it's short!