ONE THING AT A TIME...
8:32 pm, Thursday, February 19th - Daddy hit me. Mummy told me this would happen if she ever went missing.
4:17 pm, Wednesday, July 21st - The mark on my cheek is the exact size of a beer can.
9:52 am, Monday, November 8th - I press the bruises on my arm sometimes. His fingers are so much larger than mine.
2:08 am, Sunday, February 6th- My hair. My hair. I loved my hair. He knows I love my hair, he- I hate him. I want to scratch my skin until the hate crawls out and chokes him. Let him die. When he sleeps, I'll force the hair down his throat until his stupid face explodes and he never sees anything other than hair in his food ever again. I'll scratch his teeth with it. Scrape it off his skin until I've peeled all his layers and he's left bald and hairless. Ugly and dead and disgusting. He'll see my hair in hell. Behind his eyelids. In every breath and thought and pump of blood until he-
