Diamonds are a girls best friend
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Journal 1: 2001
Page 1: Daddy how could you do this to me? How could you leave me here with mommy? She’s going to kill me, if my coaches don’t first. Daddy… I love you… Forever and always Dad…
Time of death: 1/5/01 2:05 pm
Pages 2-30 all drawings of her and her father.
Page 31: Daddy… Coach got it. He took it he took the only thing that can be taken once. That man raped me, but there’s a new girl on the team. Our catcher… he raped her too. Said we were goth scum. Shouldn’t even be on a ball field… mommy said I was gonna make her money tonight… I wish you wouldn’t have left. (First page with blood)
Pages 32-59 all pitching dynamics, intricately designed
Page 60: (Blood soaked page, words barely legible) I… I can’t… My mother is selling me… every night. Selling me. At least 4 guys a night, I can barely keep my grades at an A, I need collage. I need it. It will be my escape… I need it be.
To the end of journal pictures of fallen angels
Journals 2-14: To blood soaked to read… except for the drawings of plays or wolves and fallen angels.
Journal 15:
Page 1: We got positions, if we win the national championships we get the last 2 spots on the Olympic team, my band is going Warped… God life couldn’t get much better.
Oh my god… I cant… I just can’t. I feel a soft hand on my shoulder and look up, at her beautiful hazel eyes. I’m still crying and she just rubs my back, like I’m the one who needs to be held together.
“You’ve got talent…” I manage to breathe and she sighs, Sparkle lifts her head off my lap. Fluffy catches her eye and immediately the pair is at the door growling. I hear muffled footsteps and then both the dogs lay down, just before my phone buzzes.
Ashley: Are you guys ok? I was coming to check on you but…
Me: We’re fine… Just keep Taylor company
Ashley: Guys are here… take as much time as you both need
“Everything alright?” Roxanne asks and I look back up at her, smiling a little.
“Ashley was coming to check on us… but you know. You’ve got fucking wolves.” I smile softly and she pats the bed.
“Get up here. You don’t need to be on the ground.” She says ruffling my hair and I stand up before laying on her bed.
“I see you read them… well the ones that aren’t too blood soaked.” She sighs and turns toward me. I nod and she smiles.
“Why? I mean why did you resort to this? You’ve got so much going for you. So much.” I whisper to her, wrapping my arm loosely around her. She curls into me, almost like she needs me. She does need me. I know she does.
“I just snapped. Its happened before 10 times before exactly.” She says and with my free arm I hold her hand tightly.
“I made a promise when I finished reading, I promised to protect you and that’s what I plan to do.” I breathe almost at a complete loose for words. She smiles lightly before standing up stretching, I sigh looking her up and down.
“I think the guys are here… Let me dressed real fast… oh I might need some help.” She whispers blushing slightly. I nod as she grabs a sports bra, oversized KISS shirt and sweatpants. She pulls on the pants and then pulls off the shirt is wearing, revealing toned muscles and a sweet tan. I groan inwardly. She smiles before tossing me the bra.
“This I need help with…” She smiles shyly and I nod, standing and walking over to her. She is beautiful. Could I really love her?
“Andy… Yo Andy, my face is up here. Those are my tits.” She laughs lightly and I feel my face heat up before looking at her. I help her into her bra and then she pulls on the shirt, tying it up so her scarred abs show. I sigh before running my hand gently up her stomach, feeling each and every scar. Old and new. She flinches slightly before giving into my touch. I do believe I love her.
“Sweetheart you don’t deserve this… I hope you know this.” I whisper before taking her hand in mine and gently kissing it. Then moving up her arm kissing each and every scar. All of them… all of them.
“A-andy s-stop.” She whimpers and I look at her watering eyes. She’s biting her lip and then pulls away from her.
“What’s wrong Rox?” I ask her and she steps back, shaking slightly.
“Don’t d-do that…. Don’t pretend to care. Y-you’re g-going to leave… ev-everyone does…” She whispers and I sigh before looking at the ground. She doesn’t get it… I do care for her.
“Roxanne I won’t leave forever. Ya I’ll have to go on tour and stuff but I won’t lose contact. I promise I will be here for you.” I say quietly and then she takes a step towards me, holding something in her hand. Her phone.
“If you mean it… prove it.” She says and I take it. First snapping a picture of me then creating my contact. ANDY B! <3
“Here… proven.” I whisper before handing it to her. She smiles lightly before shoving it in her pocket.
“Still gotta prove it before I text you… I don’t get attached because it never lasts.” She takes my hand but I pull her into a hug.
“Darling I promise. I’m not going anywhere unless its with you.” I whisper into her ear and she nods before turning to the door. My heart gets butterflies and I feel like I’m on cloud nine.
Page 1: Daddy how could you do this to me? How could you leave me here with mommy? She’s going to kill me, if my coaches don’t first. Daddy… I love you… Forever and always Dad…
Time of death: 1/5/01 2:05 pm
Pages 2-30 all drawings of her and her father.
Page 31: Daddy… Coach got it. He took it he took the only thing that can be taken once. That man raped me, but there’s a new girl on the team. Our catcher… he raped her too. Said we were goth scum. Shouldn’t even be on a ball field… mommy said I was gonna make her money tonight… I wish you wouldn’t have left. (First page with blood)
Pages 32-59 all pitching dynamics, intricately designed
Page 60: (Blood soaked page, words barely legible) I… I can’t… My mother is selling me… every night. Selling me. At least 4 guys a night, I can barely keep my grades at an A, I need collage. I need it. It will be my escape… I need it be.
To the end of journal pictures of fallen angels
Journals 2-14: To blood soaked to read… except for the drawings of plays or wolves and fallen angels.
Journal 15:
Page 1: We got positions, if we win the national championships we get the last 2 spots on the Olympic team, my band is going Warped… God life couldn’t get much better.
Oh my god… I cant… I just can’t. I feel a soft hand on my shoulder and look up, at her beautiful hazel eyes. I’m still crying and she just rubs my back, like I’m the one who needs to be held together.
“You’ve got talent…” I manage to breathe and she sighs, Sparkle lifts her head off my lap. Fluffy catches her eye and immediately the pair is at the door growling. I hear muffled footsteps and then both the dogs lay down, just before my phone buzzes.
Ashley: Are you guys ok? I was coming to check on you but…
Me: We’re fine… Just keep Taylor company
Ashley: Guys are here… take as much time as you both need
“Everything alright?” Roxanne asks and I look back up at her, smiling a little.
“Ashley was coming to check on us… but you know. You’ve got fucking wolves.” I smile softly and she pats the bed.
“Get up here. You don’t need to be on the ground.” She says ruffling my hair and I stand up before laying on her bed.
“I see you read them… well the ones that aren’t too blood soaked.” She sighs and turns toward me. I nod and she smiles.
“Why? I mean why did you resort to this? You’ve got so much going for you. So much.” I whisper to her, wrapping my arm loosely around her. She curls into me, almost like she needs me. She does need me. I know she does.
“I just snapped. Its happened before 10 times before exactly.” She says and with my free arm I hold her hand tightly.
“I made a promise when I finished reading, I promised to protect you and that’s what I plan to do.” I breathe almost at a complete loose for words. She smiles lightly before standing up stretching, I sigh looking her up and down.
“I think the guys are here… Let me dressed real fast… oh I might need some help.” She whispers blushing slightly. I nod as she grabs a sports bra, oversized KISS shirt and sweatpants. She pulls on the pants and then pulls off the shirt is wearing, revealing toned muscles and a sweet tan. I groan inwardly. She smiles before tossing me the bra.
“This I need help with…” She smiles shyly and I nod, standing and walking over to her. She is beautiful. Could I really love her?
“Andy… Yo Andy, my face is up here. Those are my tits.” She laughs lightly and I feel my face heat up before looking at her. I help her into her bra and then she pulls on the shirt, tying it up so her scarred abs show. I sigh before running my hand gently up her stomach, feeling each and every scar. Old and new. She flinches slightly before giving into my touch. I do believe I love her.
“Sweetheart you don’t deserve this… I hope you know this.” I whisper before taking her hand in mine and gently kissing it. Then moving up her arm kissing each and every scar. All of them… all of them.
“A-andy s-stop.” She whimpers and I look at her watering eyes. She’s biting her lip and then pulls away from her.
“What’s wrong Rox?” I ask her and she steps back, shaking slightly.
“Don’t d-do that…. Don’t pretend to care. Y-you’re g-going to leave… ev-everyone does…” She whispers and I sigh before looking at the ground. She doesn’t get it… I do care for her.
“Roxanne I won’t leave forever. Ya I’ll have to go on tour and stuff but I won’t lose contact. I promise I will be here for you.” I say quietly and then she takes a step towards me, holding something in her hand. Her phone.
“If you mean it… prove it.” She says and I take it. First snapping a picture of me then creating my contact. ANDY B! <3
“Here… proven.” I whisper before handing it to her. She smiles lightly before shoving it in her pocket.
“Still gotta prove it before I text you… I don’t get attached because it never lasts.” She takes my hand but I pull her into a hug.
“Darling I promise. I’m not going anywhere unless its with you.” I whisper into her ear and she nods before turning to the door. My heart gets butterflies and I feel like I’m on cloud nine.
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