Dear Diary,
I don’t know how to begin this entry. I’m still in shock. I don’t know what to do.
The only thing that has given me some peace is being in the shower. I think this must be my fifth time or maybe the sixth...
I feel dirty. I am dirty.
What would Mama and Papa say to me right now?
Oh, I know what they would say.
We told you Eliza! We warned you!
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Right now I am in so much pain.
My body aches all over.
I can still smell his ugly breath on me.
What am I going to do?
I just don’t know.
I know I hate Standford. I never want to see him again.
I must pack.
I should pack.
But wait? Where will I go?
I quit my job.
I wonder if they would give it back to me.
Maybe I can ask Mary. She was always really nice when we worked together.
I wonder what time it is now.
Oh my... what if he comes back?
NO. NO. NO. I will not let him hurt me again.
This is why I have to pack up and go.
I need to leave.
Yes, I need to go.
Oh Mama and Papa how I need you now.
I wonder if I should write them.
Maybe they would let me go back.
I should write them.
I need to think of what I am going to say.
I can’t tell them what happened.
They wouldn’t understand.
All I know is this man is a monster.
He came to hurt me, and Standford let him.
So he's a monster too!
He never loved me.
Damn him to hell!
I know Mama would be angry for talking this way.
I never knew being famous would cost me so much.
Why was I so mean and stubborn?
I need to get to the farm and I hope Mama and Papa will say yes.
But for now I need to find Mary. I will need to stay with her.
I best get packing. I still feel bad but it did help to write this all down.
I best be packing now before anyone else shows up. I feel so broken. So much for Rosaline Starr...
She is dead now. Right?
I need to escape.
I hope they never find me.
Eliza Clark