Chapter 2 | Dear Diary

Dear diary,

----- morning ! Did you notice how I didn't write good before morning ? Yeah, well that is because there is really nothing to be happy about today.

I have been in a very, very long relationship with Dylan. He was my first everything. My first kiss. My first date. Hell, we were even meant to get married to each other.

I had known him for a long time. I wasn't really surprised that Dylan hit me. He had done it. A lot of times. So many times.

I was in a relationship in which I was physically hurt. But dylan said that he loved me. He never really emotionally hurt me. But last night he did.

He called me all sorts of names. It hurt. A different kind of hurt.

It was different from the physical beatings and bruises. Those scars could always go away. I could always cover them up.

But emotional scars. Those scars would forever be ingrained in my mind.

I couldn't erase them. And they would forever hunt me.

Last night. He--Dylan, he did the unthinkable. It wasn't my fault that I caught him cheating on me. It wasn't. Was it?

But why do I feel like it is my fault that Dylan broke up with me.

He cheated on me, and made it feel like it was my fault. Like I told him to do it.

I keep asking myself, this question. Why wasn't I good enough? If I was good enough, maybe he wouldn't have had sex with someone else. Maybe he would have loved me deeper, and better.

But he didn't.

He made me feel like I hurt him, when I slapped him. But the funny thing is that he slapped he too. He kicked, and beat me up. He hurt me, more than I could have ever done.

Because he betrayed me, and I didn't.

Dylan had always had a short temper. He fought a lot back on high-school. He would pick on a lot of people who he called, "V.N.N also known as vey needy nerds" It was a term he used for anyone who he saw with a huge pile of books, and oversized glasses. He would pick on them, and mostly it was for no reason, other than the fact that they existed.

He would pick fights with guys from other schools too. Girls, teacher, parents. Anyone who did anything to make him angry.

But he never did that to me. Never. I was always his best friend, and then his girlfriend. He never hurt me. Well up until last night.

He called my mom the moment he realised he realised he busted my hand, by a loud crack.

He rushed me to his car, and quickly told the girl off.

He called my mom and made up a huge lie, about me being clumsy and breaking my own hands.

I didn't do anything really, cause I knew no one would really believe me.

He broke my hand and my heart, and I felt stupid.

Unhappy,

Tasha.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

SO GUYS, PLEASE DON'T HATE ON NATASHA. SHE WAS IN AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP. SHE DIDN'T NO ANY BETTER.

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