July 1st 2009 10:12
Happy Birthday to me then. Mother and Step-Father have been fighting again. Step-Father is in one of his moods. I just hope he calms down and leaves mother alone. He has swelled up my cheeks, and my eyes are also puffy from crying. I am a right mess. I have tried to be creative, and using tape managed to get the pillow stuck to my head. I needed to write this. A journal is my only way to get away from my surroundings, just like an artist paints. Just like step-father is violent. I just wish he would release his anger on someone his own size. I do not like it here. Step-fathers perfect children, spoilt is their middle names. Jill is the eldest of the three at 13, followed by the twins Max and Lily both 7. I wish I could live with father. Yet he is in New Zealand, a far way away from hell. Because that is where it seems like I am. Hell. I guess I should say goodnight for tonight. Just hope step-father sobers up by morning, but then his hangover will probably make him beat me again. Like usual, I am used to it.
XOXO Sophia
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