Spanish Diary

I did not know it at the time, but all my problems started with a diary I kept when I was a kid. I wrote down everything my dad did to me. One night things got bad, really bad. I felt like I could not get away from what was happening no matter how hard I tried. It was like I was trapped in a corner. There was no escaping. I could not take it anymore. The abuse, day after day, week after week was too much to bear. Wearing long sleeves and pants all summer long, just trying to hid the welts and bruises left me miserable. I needed an outlet. Could I talk to someone about this? Would they think I am lying? Would they even care? I wanted out. The only out I knew at the time was by taking myself out of the equation. Permanently. And I did try. Multiple …show more content…
I just needed to get everything out of my system and on paper. That is what I do, or I should say, what I used to do. One of my friends in that class, Joss, looked over at me and noticed I was writing faster than I normally do. She knew I was either ticked off or I needed to write something important down. Once I finished the entry, I took a deep breath in, sighed and relaxed in the chair. Simultaneously Joss grabbed my diary and started to read it. Automatically I reached for it, after all, it has very personal stuff in it. Joss retracted. I could not reach it. After reading the entry I just finished, she gave me a look of shock mixed with hurt. I looked away in shame. That diary was meant for my eyes only, nobody else’s. I pleaded with her offering her anything just as long as she did not tell anyone what she read and to get my diary back. Joss refused. Later that day in Mr. Burgio’s science class I got a call to go to the guidance office. I knew she gave them the diary. That diary helped land me in the hospital to stay until the doctors thought fit. After the hospital stay I learned how to ignore my father’s hurtful words and cope with