»Airika«

The contents in this diary is very deep, I didn't even realize when I started tearing up, I however, hope that whoever wrote this is happy now.

As I turned to the next page, I heard yelling, it only meant one thing: my father was home. . . A few loud thuds later, my door burst open, revealing the man that enjoys my pain. I quickly shuffled the diary under my pillow.

"Airika, come here! Didn't you here me calling you? Go make my dinner you dirty frog."

The way he slurred the words out of his mouth made my skin crawl. He has probably beaten my mother up, since her door was locked, most times it is slightly open.

"Can't you answer me? You just walked away like a dirty little hussy," he yelled, throwing a bottle at the wall. With a dirty grunt he spoke again, "clean that up."

I quickly proceeded with his dinner, and cleaned the floor. As usual, he fell asleep before I could finish.

I shook him a bit, trying to wake him up, "dad, wake up, your dinner is ready."

His eyes shot up, and just like that, he punched my stomach, and gave me a hard kick, causing me to fall.

"Stupid girl, I wasn't sleeping. Get me my food now!"

I held my stomach tightly and weakly nodded, I then plated his food as he sat down to eat.

Pain. That's all I feel.

As he was eating he kept hurling insults at me, and how horrible my food tastes. I couldn't cry, I stood there waiting for him to dismiss me, before running into my room and crying my eyes out, deep down I was tempted to start cutting again, but sleep took over.

The next morning was a Saturday morning, I didn't work on weekends so I got up, did my chores and went back into my room to read the dairy, as I was reading it my phone vibrated. . . It was the owner of the diary.

Him:
Hi there. Thank you for keeping my diary, can we meet up tomorrow? By six pm.

Her:
Sure! You're a male right?

Him:
Um yes, and let me guess you're a female.

Her:
You guessed right. Hope you don't mind that I took a peek into your diary, I admire you a lot.

Him:
Hahaha, thank you. Do you mind telling me about yourself?

Her:
Sure. What do you want to know? (:

Him:
Mmmh anything Riri, tell me how you are, your hobbies, pretty much anything.

Her:
Well, I love cooking, sleeping, eating, watching movies and reading novels. I'm not very interesting. . . Unlike you!

Him:
That sound like fun. Eh, I'm never doing anything interesting, all I do is work, work and work.

Him:
I enjoy music though, there is nothing better than listening to drake on your way home from work (don't tell anyone) I also enjoy food, especially cinnamon doughnuts, anything cinnamon is bae.

Her:
Gosh you're hilarious, I wonder how you look. Mmm, and you didn't tell me your name! I'm Airika by the way.

He didn't text me back, I got a bit worried, maybe I creeped him out. . . Since I never shut up. I decided to stalk celebrities on Instagram, since I didn't have anything to do.