KANENE'S DIARY

Dear Diary,


I woke up the next day with a throbbing pain in my thighs, a bad headache that felt like jack hammers in my head, a dull and dry taste on my tongue with a tinge of metallic taste too. I struggled to get up and managed to go to the bathroom. My body ached, with groans and yelps, I managed to clean myself up, I felt so filthy
, I kept scrubbing my body, wishing I could peel off that cursed layer of skin. I tried to look at myself in the mirror, aside from the hollow-eyed girl with nasty bruises all over her body, I Stared at  a girl who was broken, a girl who had no one to turn to, who had been beaten, bruised, drained and had no one to turn to,who was passing through all these pains inflicted by her own father. Who will believe me?  How will I  face the world? How will I cope in school?  How will I move on?. The idea of taking my own life had never felt so appealing. Determined, I limped  out of my room and into the kitchen. I gingerly climbed onto a kitchen stool and tried to reach for the kitchen knife,when my father yanked my hand from behind. I fell against him and he slapped me so hard  I fell on the floor, "cordelia, you want  to leave me for the second time!" , I blinked at him in horror and realization dawned on me. My father was delusional, he thought I was my late mother. He hit me over and over, shoving me round the kitchen, never hesitating to hit my head against counters, I screamed and screamed but no one ever came. He lifted me and stomped to my room where he threw me on the bed, so hard that I zoned out... Yet again. I was coldly covered in the dark comfort of the now becoming familiar Pitch Darkness...