The Cracked Doll

Entry Twenty Four; June 8th 1820

I am sick of every person. My mum, my father, my brothers and sisters. They all will pay for treating me the way the have. After Ashley died, they started hurting the youngest child. As Ashley used to be the youngest at five years old...but now... That youngest child so happens to be me. I was hurt, they hurt Emma. They cracked her. After my mum found me and my hiding place, she lost her mind. She stole Emma back and slammed her against the wall. My injures do not matter at the moment, all that matters is Emma. I hate my mum.
I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her!
I will avenge Emma, she hurt Emma....so I will....hurt...her
Love~
Sara