Dear Diary,
I guess this is the last time I will be writing because as of tomorrow, I will no longer be here. I haven't decided whether to put a bullet through my head or hang myself but what I do know is that after I am gone I will be much happier. There is only so many years a fifteen year old girl can take being touched by her father in ways no one should be touched except for his wife and even then I'm not sure it would be appropriate.
-Kate
Glancing at the clock, I realize he should be here any minute and undress completely, laying on my bed I await for the torture.
Not seconds later, he walks in, and because my mom is away on business he doesn't even bother to close the door. I can't say she has been the best parent but at least she does her best and loves me for who I am, not what she can do with me. Taking of his robe, which he is naked under, he climbs onto my bed and on top of me. Tonight goes the same as every other night has gone for the past three years; him feeling around and forcing himself farther and deeper into me with each thrust bringing on more pain as I just lay there completely limp with tears streaming down my cheeks until he has finished pleasing himself.
He gets up, puts he robe back on and looks at me and says that if I ever tell anyone he will put a bullet through my head. This strikes me as hysterical, but not in the laugh until your sides cramp up hysterical, but in the thats super ironic but sad hysterical since as of tomorrow, he won't be able to do that anymore especially because I have already planned that for myself. I get up to put on my pajamas, and wincing from the pain I slide into bed and fall asleep thinking about how I will never have to go through that again.
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I wake up to my alarm that I had set early enough so I can write a note to my mom who is getting home tonight, but not before I've ended my life. To tell you the truth I really don't want to die, but dying is better than having to go through another night like last night. I grab a piece of paper, a pen and start to write.
Dear Mom,
I know you do not understand what I have done, or why I have done it and I don't expect you to. If I could explain my reason to you in a single sentence it would sound like this. Three years ago I lost my virginity to my own father and if I had a virginity to loose, I would have lost it again every night since then, once again, to my father. I hope you now have and idea of why I have done what I have done, though I know you really don't. I want to let you know that I don't really want to die but I couldn't find any other solution. I promise you I am happier than I have ever been since that dreaded night three years ago.
I love you so much. I want you to continue on with your life like this never happened though I know that is like asking the world to stop spinning. I also want you to know that you are in no way a contributor to my decision but if you want to know who caused my to do what I have done, read dads letter though I'm sure who's fault it is, is already clear. Again I love you so much, and wouldn't hurt you like this if there was any other way out, but unfortunately there isn't.
Love,
Kate
I folded the letter up, slipped it in an envelope, wrote “Mom” on the front and put the envelope in my desk drawer. I look at the clock and decide I have enough time to write a note to my dad before I need to get ready for school, especially since it is going to be short. Once again I grab a piece of paper and begin to write.
Dad,
It's your fault and you know why. If you don't, what did you do last night? If that still doesn't clear up any questions then that's your own problem because you obviously don't understand how wrong and messed up you are if you think what you have done is acceptable. I'm going to ask you for one favor and based on how many times you've hurt me, I think I am in the position to ask this of you; don't hurt anyone else the way you have hurt me and the way you are going to hurt mom when she discovers what she has done.
-Kate
Notice how I don't put the word love in there anywhere. There is a reason for that. I don't love him. I know you are supposed to love family no matter what, but at this point I don't even consider him family after all the things he has done to me, all the times he has hurt me and hasn't cared.
Again, I slip this note into an envelope, write “dad” one the front and slip it into the same drawer as the one to my mom.
