[ WP ] A diary entry by a girl who was sexually abused by her father .

Dear Diary, or God, or Nosy Friend, or Prying Housemaid, or Anyone Who Could be Reading This: 
 
 Help me. Please help me. 
 
 I tried to tell Grandma about what has been happening. 
 
 `` Do n't spread those kind of lies about my son.'' I felt my face turn red, and I felt the distance between us grow, and I felt like even though I was on the other side of the couch, I could have been on the other side of the globe. 
 
 But I had to be brave, right? I had to fight through the lump in my throat and the knot in my stomach, because surely, if I keep fighting, there will be a happier day. So I tried to be brave, `` I wish I was lying,'' and when I saw the fury rise in her eyes, I tried to control the damage. `` I do n't think he means to hurt me, I think it's just something in his brain... he's sick.'' 
 
 It happened so fast. It was like when the power in your house is out and there is a storm outside; the lightening flashes and the whole room becomes bright in an instant. 
 
 She was lightening, suddenly pure energy, striking me. She stood and in one motion, grabbed the back of my head, smashing my face into the corner of the glass coffee table in front of us. The corner of the glass shattered and I saw blood stain her beige carpet. 
 
 She kept her hand tangled in my hair, just holding me still, as she leaned in close to me. `` God sees you. God sees you and he knows. Do n't speak out against your father.'' 
 
 I cried and pleaded, `` We both need help.'' 
 
 But as quickly as the storm came, it left. She released my hair and I rested my face on the carpet, letting the blood pool. 
 
 `` I'm calling your dad to come get you.'' She said, walking out of the room. 
 
 The next day, my dad had his doctor friend come to our house and stitch up my cheek. He said it costed him extra to do that, but assured me that I would be paying for it. 
 
 I know he's right. We need help. 

