Ella's P O V
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Warning! If you are going to be critical of my book the whole time, no one is making you read it. So please leave if you don't enjoy this. This is supposed to be a S H O R T story, so don't expect me to write long ass chapters.
Thanks,
Risette
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Never give up. There is no such thing as an ending. Just a new beginning.
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Tuesday, November 29, 2015
I've always wanted someone to care if I got hurt, so if I died there would be a loss in someone's heart.
But, I guess we can't control the things that happen to us or the people who come into our lives.
This morning, my father beat me again. It wasn't as bad as it usually is, but it still hurt like hell. I'm glad no one comes near me, because I'd feel horrible if they were to become stuck with me. A broken girl who can't even take care of herself.
Some days like today, I wonder if I were destined to jump off this very cliff and die. No one would care in reality, and I don't believe anyone would notice my absence. Not even my father.
I closed my notebook, fingers skimming over the cover. Looking at my watch, it was almost time Father would get home from work. If supper wasn't ready by then, I'd surely get a beating. Picking up my violin, I hastily hopped onto my penny board and quickly rode home.
When I finally arrived at home, the sun was beginning to set. It was 5:30 now, and I had fifteen minutes to cook Father's food. Deciding on something quick and simple, I made him a baked potato with steak, taking an apple for myself.
With today being the last day of Thanksgiving break, I instantly dreaded the thought of school tomorrow. I slowly brought my feet down the hallway and into my room, starting to pack my books up along with my journal. Resting my penny board and violin next to my black Jansport backpack, I began to eat my apple before I fell asleep.