Dear Diary...

I like books, there words dig into me, I feel them. Words. Words are confusing no-one understands them, so I decided to write down my story. Love? What does love really mean? Heres how my story starts......


11. escape plan 1

i find the school shed. Its warm. Hurt, James. My eyes blurred as tears chased eachother down my tired face, help. Hot. James. Love? In front of me James is cleaning my bruises. Ouch. Pain. Love. James. "I'm so sorry." James says sorrow in his eye. 

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