Dear Diary,
I had just turned eleven,daddy got me the most beautiful cake,in school I was celebrated
grandly,thanks to dad who threw me an awesome birthday party.
That night, I had gone to bed and I was already fast asleep when I felt someone's hands on me,it was
him,my father.He kept saying he loved me and tried pulling of my nightwear,
I knew it was very
wrong,hence I started struggling against him,when i tried to resist him,he slapped me across my face.
He ripped off my clothes and though i tried so hard,I was powerless and he had his way with me,I let
out a blood curdling scream and tried to push him off but it was like trying to move a mountain,I
fought him with my teeth and nails but he wouldn't budge,he kept going at it,I kept screaming and
begging for help,no one heard me.No one ever heard me.I started struggling beneath him yet he was
more powerful,I retorted to begging.Grinning like a Cheshire Cat with a bowl filled with milk,he
made a fist with his hand and hit me on my head.Everything went PITCH BLACK.


I could only say 'wow'... All of me recognizes such fiction, yet an abrupt sharp cut through my heart, it seems like reality...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. God bless you. Please read on
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