Status: Short Story!
Jocelyn Edwards' Journal
Entry Eight
August 21, 2004
I've been so afraid to put this down on paper. In fear that HE would find it, and hit me again. But, I will write my confession down, in hopes that someone else will find this and stop HIM. Hope is all I have left to hold onto. HE hits me everyday, my own step-dad, my "fatherly figure", just beats me mercilessly, and for no good reason. He's not even a drunk! Why did my mom have to marry him? And why won't she listen? I feel so small. Like my only use is to be a silent punching bag. I'm not sure of how much more of this I can take. How long I can live here like this. Sometimes I wish I could close my eyes and just end it all.
I've been so afraid to put this down on paper. In fear that HE would find it, and hit me again. But, I will write my confession down, in hopes that someone else will find this and stop HIM. Hope is all I have left to hold onto. HE hits me everyday, my own step-dad, my "fatherly figure", just beats me mercilessly, and for no good reason. He's not even a drunk! Why did my mom have to marry him? And why won't she listen? I feel so small. Like my only use is to be a silent punching bag. I'm not sure of how much more of this I can take. How long I can live here like this. Sometimes I wish I could close my eyes and just end it all.
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