Marked By Rejection by Avery Stone
Entry 1004: Mysterious Man
Dear Kyle,
I've never felt so humiliated before.
Degraded? Sabotaged? Unworthy?
I can't find the words, Kyle, but I'm frightened here.
There's one good guy.
He protected me from something bad and kept it from happening.
I don't want to write the details...frankly, I wish I could forget it happened.
I can't, though.
Even if I wish to, I don't think I can erase their images from my mind.
Deep down, I hope Karma will repay them.
Just like the list of individuals who've hurt me in the past.
Who hurt us.
It makes me wish I were stronger.
That I could soak my hands in blood like those in movies
who avenge those they loved and lost.
I feel so alone, Kyle.
That good guy is the last bit of hope I have left.
I'm sad because he says he doesn't have long, that his life will be cut short because he's not flawless.
I wish that weren't the case...even if I'm beginning to see the truth of this unknown world.
Many carry darkness in their hearts here.
The only difference is that they're allowed to do exactly what they want.
No punishments. No legal action. Nothing.
Instead, they’re praised.
And I can't be a laughing stock again.
The problem is...I think I already am...
and it's killing me.
- Wren