I close my diary and put it back in its special hiding spot; under the floor board under my nightstand. I had to be careful with my personal belongings or papa would take them away. I sat on my bed with my knees to my chest and my blanket in hand. I rock back and forth dreading going out into the living room. I finally get up and walk to the door, I slowly open it and papa knocks me to the ground

            ‘End�?/SPAN>

Zenie woke up in bed huffing and puffing. It was just a nightmare she tell herself, trying to calm down. She hears her fathers angry footsteps trudge across the main floor to the front door. He opens the door and the sound of rain fills the house and in an instance the sound is shut out with a slam of the door, with her father gone for the day. She sits in bed pondering the dream

Why that same night, that same baby blue wall, that wood floor, that very same night. What does it mean? Why must it taunt me so? She ask herself the same questions searching for the same answers she never finds.

Chapter 1

'Dear Diary

Mothers been dead for almost seven years now, father’s still abusive as he was ten year ago. The first night I learned I was a bad child, when I learned I was the root of father’s feud with mother. I was a mistake and a bad one at that.

                                          Just me Z'

Zenie wakes up every morning in a plain room with plain white walls, a window that has no blinds, no screen and a window that looks like it hasn’t been opened in years. She sleeps in a twin sized bed with one sheet and a blanket that’s big enough to keep her warm. Her closet has a few pairs of jeans, seven shirts and a couple of undergarments; just enough clothes to get her through a week. Nothing else, no TV, no nightstand, no toys, games or any other items considered ‘pleasure�?items or ‘comfort�?material possessions, all gone when her mother died. She was ten, the doctors said she died do to stress related injuries. It was a cover story, so no one would find out that her father beat her to death when she trying to protect Zenie. Now Zenie lives with her father and his many mistresses. A father that even forgets he has a fifteen year old daughter and Zenie who cleans, cooks, and eats just enough to survive. A child that has never really fought back, someone he can blame all his faults on, his escape goat, his pleasures and freedoms of real life situations; basically a slave for him that will obey his every whim.

Clearing away her emotions she slides out of bed and picks out the outfit for the day; a pair of worn jeans and a yellow shirt. Coming down the stairs to the main floor, she stops halfway down and there’s her father standing at the front door with a letter in hand, his angry hateful eyes staring up at her. She thinks the worst, she turns and runs back up the stairs to her room, her father follows.  Just as she closes the door her father pulls it open, she stand in the corner

 “I didn’t do it, I did nothing wrong" She pleads to him. Her father steps inside and closes the door, with a steady voice and a stern hand, he raises the letter

“What’s this I see…you have a boyfriend now�?/SPAN>

“What? No papa, it’s not what you think…he’s just a friend"

Her father walks to her, brings his arm back a lets it fall on her face. He grabs some of her hair by her left temple and throws her against the wall next to the door, he repeats; this time across the room. She rises to her knees clutching at the wall

“Papa please, believe me…nothings going on"

She pleads, but her sad attempts fail, he grabs her shoulders, picks her up and slams her against the wall next to the window; about three times. This time the blows are directly on her back and the air escapes her lungs. When her father lets go she plunges onto the bed, unconscious. The last thing she hears is the bedroom door open and close with her father walking back out of the house.

(Sorry it took so long. You can bring your character in however. Your character can be of any race. I just ask that your character be male and he tries to save her by any means. Any question just ask)