Dear diary,
It's been a while, I lost my diary for a few weeks, as a punishment for writing bad things about my mom and for peeking through the curtains.
What I saw was pretty awful. I saw my mom come out of our house and she walked to the truck with that container on the trailer, she opend up the container and I saw a lot of malnourished and dirty people coming out. I think I saw 6 adults and 1 little girl her name was Laura. She was very nice. After the little girl came out, my mom turned around and saw me, so she ran back to the house and took me with her to the truck. She was very very angry at me and threw me in the container for 2 full days. I sad there 2 days in complete darkness, it was very scary, cold and I heard a lot of weird noices outside, some screaming, yelling and crying from the little girl.
So after 2 days the container opened again, I got blinded by the sunlight and the only thing I saw was my mom holding my diary on the first page I wrote. She was so angry again, she took my by my hair and dragged me out to the house, she dragged me upstairs and put me in my room, I got slapped and slapped and slapped again. I thought it would never stop, but finally after a couple of minutes she stopped and ran downstairs. The only thing I could do was laying there on the ground, softly crying and trying to get up. After a couple of tries I got up and walked very slowly to the mirror, I could barley see anything.
I had bruises everywhere, a bloody nose, split lip and my finger was broken. The only thing I could do was cry. After the attack from my mom I walked to the shower and took a shower for a couple of minutes. Until I heard a gunshot and a lot of screaming.
I got out of the shower and put on some clothes, I ran back to my little spot at my window, I saw the little girl (Laura) crying over dead body, she screamd and yelled "No Mommy" a couple of times. After that some of my mom's friends took her and dragged her out to our house, so I ducked down in the hope he didn't saw me. I heard a the them coming upstairs and then my room door opend. The men threw Laura inside my room and locked the door behind him.
She looked very scared at me, because of the bruises and the rest I guess. When I tried to walk to her, she yelled at me. So I sad there quietly with her in my own room, not knowing what to do. After a couple of hours I heard some footsteps on the stairs, Laura looked at me very scared and shaky, so I got in front off her. But the footsteps walked pass my room. We looked at each other very relieved.
I guess it was the same day in the evening when my room door got unlocked and my mom came in. She made food for me and Laura, we were both very hungry and at all of it.
My mom even got me some help for my injuries, so that was a relief too. My mom took us downstairs and had a movienight together on the cough. It was very strange but also very nice. After the movie Laura and I got upstairs and went ready to bed. Laura and I slepped in my bed, it was cozy.
The next day Laura told me everything that was happend to her and her family. The moment they got captured till the moment yesterday that her mom got shot, only to protect Laura. It made me very angry that my mom would do something like that to other people, not just me. Exept the killing part.
I told her about me and living with her, after that moment we liked each other and became friends. She was the only friend I ever cared about. But also that took my mom away...
After a couple of month's having a lot of fun with my new friend Laura. Something really really bad happend to her.
Laura and I had a lot of fun for days and we were playing a lot together, we were playing loud, screaming and laughing hard. I guess my mom couldn't take it anymore and took Laura away from me. She was held captive for a few hours, I felt left alone, scared and sad. Until the evening when I heard little footsteps on the stairs I opened my door and saw Laura looking very scared and waved at me, I couldn't understand, then I saw one of my mom's friend behind her on the stairs holding a gun to Laura her head, but before I could turn around he pulled the trigger. And the only thing I saw was blood everywhere, I immediately felt very nauseous and the only thing I could see was the chain we made together in her hand. The man turned around and went downstairs. I quietly walked out of my room and give her my chain and I took hers. That is the only way I can remember her, her smile and the twinkle in her eyes. I hope I will never forget them. R.I.P. Laura. I will remember her as a very brave little girl. I'll miss you
It's been a while, I lost my diary for a few weeks, as a punishment for writing bad things about my mom and for peeking through the curtains.
What I saw was pretty awful. I saw my mom come out of our house and she walked to the truck with that container on the trailer, she opend up the container and I saw a lot of malnourished and dirty people coming out. I think I saw 6 adults and 1 little girl her name was Laura. She was very nice. After the little girl came out, my mom turned around and saw me, so she ran back to the house and took me with her to the truck. She was very very angry at me and threw me in the container for 2 full days. I sad there 2 days in complete darkness, it was very scary, cold and I heard a lot of weird noices outside, some screaming, yelling and crying from the little girl.
So after 2 days the container opened again, I got blinded by the sunlight and the only thing I saw was my mom holding my diary on the first page I wrote. She was so angry again, she took my by my hair and dragged me out to the house, she dragged me upstairs and put me in my room, I got slapped and slapped and slapped again. I thought it would never stop, but finally after a couple of minutes she stopped and ran downstairs. The only thing I could do was laying there on the ground, softly crying and trying to get up. After a couple of tries I got up and walked very slowly to the mirror, I could barley see anything.
I had bruises everywhere, a bloody nose, split lip and my finger was broken. The only thing I could do was cry. After the attack from my mom I walked to the shower and took a shower for a couple of minutes. Until I heard a gunshot and a lot of screaming.
I got out of the shower and put on some clothes, I ran back to my little spot at my window, I saw the little girl (Laura) crying over dead body, she screamd and yelled "No Mommy" a couple of times. After that some of my mom's friends took her and dragged her out to our house, so I ducked down in the hope he didn't saw me. I heard a the them coming upstairs and then my room door opend. The men threw Laura inside my room and locked the door behind him.
She looked very scared at me, because of the bruises and the rest I guess. When I tried to walk to her, she yelled at me. So I sad there quietly with her in my own room, not knowing what to do. After a couple of hours I heard some footsteps on the stairs, Laura looked at me very scared and shaky, so I got in front off her. But the footsteps walked pass my room. We looked at each other very relieved.
I guess it was the same day in the evening when my room door got unlocked and my mom came in. She made food for me and Laura, we were both very hungry and at all of it.
My mom even got me some help for my injuries, so that was a relief too. My mom took us downstairs and had a movienight together on the cough. It was very strange but also very nice. After the movie Laura and I got upstairs and went ready to bed. Laura and I slepped in my bed, it was cozy.
The next day Laura told me everything that was happend to her and her family. The moment they got captured till the moment yesterday that her mom got shot, only to protect Laura. It made me very angry that my mom would do something like that to other people, not just me. Exept the killing part.
I told her about me and living with her, after that moment we liked each other and became friends. She was the only friend I ever cared about. But also that took my mom away...
After a couple of month's having a lot of fun with my new friend Laura. Something really really bad happend to her.
Laura and I had a lot of fun for days and we were playing a lot together, we were playing loud, screaming and laughing hard. I guess my mom couldn't take it anymore and took Laura away from me. She was held captive for a few hours, I felt left alone, scared and sad. Until the evening when I heard little footsteps on the stairs I opened my door and saw Laura looking very scared and waved at me, I couldn't understand, then I saw one of my mom's friend behind her on the stairs holding a gun to Laura her head, but before I could turn around he pulled the trigger. And the only thing I saw was blood everywhere, I immediately felt very nauseous and the only thing I could see was the chain we made together in her hand. The man turned around and went downstairs. I quietly walked out of my room and give her my chain and I took hers. That is the only way I can remember her, her smile and the twinkle in her eyes. I hope I will never forget them. R.I.P. Laura. I will remember her as a very brave little girl. I'll miss you
