5 a.m. Don't cry. Please don't cry.
I peer into the mirror anxiously. Why won't these lips shrink?!
I clench my fists and inhale deeply.
Maybe if I try a new shirt? Maybe then Mayor will like me...?
I fling open the dresser, revealing my vapid collection of shirts. Ugly, ugly, ugly. Just like me.
11 a.m. Be strong; you can do this.
I see her stride towards me and fear grips me. "Oh, h-h-hi, Mayor!" I croak. Her net remains tightly secured in her fist. Oh no. Don't hit me. Please don't hit me.
The pain penetrates my body and with every strike, my legs quake. "Mayor, please...!"
12 p.m. The holes. Oh god, the holes.
Four holes surround me; my barriers, my cage. She does this everyday. I squeeze my eyes shut to trap the tears. Mayor, why won't you like me?
In the distance, I can see her chatting to the other neighbours. Why not me?
7 p.m.
1,000 bells, 3,000 bells, 5,000...
Dammit. Not enough for the train fare out of here. How am I ever going to leave this hell?
My attempts to sell my furniture to her failed. She cackled in my face and continued to hit me; again and again.
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25 May 2014
Dear Diary,
It's me again.
I don't think I can take this anymore. The beatings leave physical and mental scars, causing a hole in my heart that cannot be mended.
Save me. Send help. Take me away from this place.
-- Jambette
Jambette+
"Had her in city folk, never want her again!"
"I would... kick her out again 'coz I never wanted her in the first place"
"Cut off those horrifying lips."
"make her move"
"get her out as fast as possible"
I peer into the mirror anxiously. Why won't these lips shrink?!
I clench my fists and inhale deeply.
Maybe if I try a new shirt? Maybe then Mayor will like me...?
I fling open the dresser, revealing my vapid collection of shirts. Ugly, ugly, ugly. Just like me.
11 a.m. Be strong; you can do this.
I see her stride towards me and fear grips me. "Oh, h-h-hi, Mayor!" I croak. Her net remains tightly secured in her fist. Oh no. Don't hit me. Please don't hit me.
The pain penetrates my body and with every strike, my legs quake. "Mayor, please...!"
12 p.m. The holes. Oh god, the holes.
Four holes surround me; my barriers, my cage. She does this everyday. I squeeze my eyes shut to trap the tears. Mayor, why won't you like me?
In the distance, I can see her chatting to the other neighbours. Why not me?
7 p.m.
1,000 bells, 3,000 bells, 5,000...
Dammit. Not enough for the train fare out of here. How am I ever going to leave this hell?
My attempts to sell my furniture to her failed. She cackled in my face and continued to hit me; again and again.
__
25 May 2014
Dear Diary,
It's me again.
I don't think I can take this anymore. The beatings leave physical and mental scars, causing a hole in my heart that cannot be mended.
Save me. Send help. Take me away from this place.
-- Jambette
Jambette+
"Had her in city folk, never want her again!"
"I would... kick her out again 'coz I never wanted her in the first place"
"Cut off those horrifying lips."
"make her move"
"get her out as fast as possible"
Thank you for all the comments!
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