Emma Elferdink

Dear Diary

Wednesday, February 2 Dear Diary, I am physically and emotionally exhausted, I have not slept in days. The thought of him coming back sends a chill through my blood and shivers down my spine. My wounds burn, my bruises ache. I have hit rock bottom and cannot bear the guilt he has appointed in me. I need to find a way out of this house, a way to keep my child safe, but it seems as though his recurring presence will never decease. My only outlet is you, a little black book covered hidden under some folded blankets in my bare room.