Since my other journal isn't going as well I might remove it but I hope this one will be more normal!! I hope you guys have the time to read this one!! Ty for reading on if you decide to so here it is the diary of Majenda a rebel in the making!!
Dear Jornal,
My life was pretty normal before it cascaded in to a whirlpool of pain and misery beyond the normal amount. My name is Majenda and I am currently 15 years of age and I have only been give three years to live thanks to my step father who has given me 'the mark'. It marks all evil and people will come and kill you in the dead of night if you wear it. Scary I know but in three years time my step father said they'll come for me when I sleep unsuspecting in my bed with no where to hide or run to. My mother has cancer so she is too weak to do anything my older brother died on a skiing trip in alaska and my younger sister died after falling off our balcony when she was 6. My step father caused these deaths he was there when they all happened, he caused my brother's skis to break as he hit the slope, he pushed my sister off the balcony as she smoothed our cat. He has tried to kill me twice but somehow by a miracle I survived that is why he branded me with 'the mark'. For some reason he sees me as a threat to his money and his love when my mum is laid up in a hospital bed with cancer he is prancing around acting mopey and getting himself a girlfriend to replace mum when she's gone. I know horrible and cruel but is currently lunch at school and I need to hurry if I am going to making to our form tutor.
Hey sat in tutor with Miss Grap babbling on about I dunno alot of boring things like how to avoid cyber bullying. I guess it is intresting if your getting bullied but I'm not so I am sat at the back of the classroom writing in you, I dunno what inspired me to write a journal I think it must of been Miss Grap who said that writing down your worries in a diary or journal actually helps ease them...If you could tell I have alot of worries so I will write alot of them in here, I will also write how my life progresses and takes a massive dip as it goes on, I will let you know alot of things fellow compaion. I have no friends at school so I a guess your the only one I can confess my deepest thoughts, worries and...etc to. Miss Grap is a wonderful form tutor if you have good grades she is kind to you, if you have bad grades she supports you and if you have a troubled life like me then she tries to help you but if you are a person who bottles it up and is a bit stubborn like me then she finds it hard to help so she helps as best as she can. People all around the school fellow students treat me like a freak and I find it hard to socialize with them so I don't I usually go and sit in the libary till end of break and lunch, but now I got you to keep me company so I can tell you alot of things.
"Do you know how much money you cost me!!" My step father screeched angrily, I looked at him with bitter hate and shook my head then held my hand up. "Ooh let me guess millions." I spat nastily, my step father's eyes widened at my back chat and he back handed me round the face I stared at him and ran up to my room tears streaming from my eyes my cheek stinging from where he hit me. "Come back here now you little cow how dare you speak to me like that!" He screamed thundering up the stairs behind me. I rushed into my room and slid the wardrobe over the door and grabbed my mobile I called the police, my step father started thumping the door screaming swear words at the top of his lungs and demanding me to open the door. "Hello what is your emergency?" The operator asked.
"It's my step father," I wept, "I think he is going to kill me." I screamed as the wardrobe came away from the door then toppled back towards it.
"Okay the police are on the way we have tracked your call and are on the way." she said quickly.
"Thank you." I cried as the wardrobe again came away from the door but didn't fall.
"Majenda you spitful cow open this door." My step father yelled bashing into the door.
"Leave me alone, stop it." I yelled as he bashed the door again, the wardrobe toppled and I found myself hoping it wouldn't fall and leave him clear access to kill me. The wardrobe fell crushing my bed I screamed as the door burst open and shot to my feet. My step father looked at me in pure rage I ran to the window and struggled with the latch. I felt him grab my hair and yank me back the pain was agony, I struggled and managed to elbow him making him release me I shot back to the window and yanked it open I scrabbled out onto the roof and shut the window behind me. People who were walking past the house began to look up at me as I clung for dear life trying not to fall. The window burst open and my step father made a wild grab for me I instantly let go of what I was holding and slid down the roof and onto the concrete floor. The impact made me wince and I reached up to feel my head which was hurting and stinging I felt something wet and sticky, I pulled my hand to my face and saw my hand was covered in blood not a little drop but I was wearing a crimson glove. People pulled out their mobiles and called ambulances, I craned my neck up to look at my step father to see the look of horror on his face my neck ached and I relaxed it. My thoughts began to swirl and I embraced the bitter darkness hoping on the other side I'd see my family.
Majenda ^_^