It is the second time I got blamed for the house being a mess, what is it about me. I know I am unworthy of love. I am nothing anymore, I am alone. At least there is camp coming….that will help me escape this hell. I told little sis where to hide, he won’t let me take her with me, but she knows what to do…I can breathe a bit. What is it about monsters, why is it that we cannot kill them, they remain with us like bad odors clinging to our skin. I am afraid to go, but I need to get out of here, before I loose it. I hope someday you will forgive me….I hope someday you will understand, I will be back…remember, hide…run….run away before he smells you, remember where to go, I will be back as soon as I can.