October 31st,
It's been a while since I've written in here, I haven't really felt like it. They took Darry away, said he was going somewhere where I'd never have to worry about him again. I could still feel his hands on me and I hated it. They said they told the boys what happened, I was unsure if I wanted to see them. I keep thinking that it shouldn't be like this, not until I'm healed, but what if I'm never healed? What if things never get better?