The Journal of the Life of Lola Treher, Entry Two

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Thursday, 15 January, 12:03am2

I am writing in the VERY early morning because I can not be caught writing in you, thats why I hide you in between my mattress and bed frame. No one knows where you live, no one knows what I write in here but it must be kept private. This will be shown to no one because if it is, they'll tell my mother and if she finds out - I don't know what will happen. I guess she'll kill me, rip me a part with her bare hands just because of what I write about her.3

And I'm not kidding. She'll literally kill me, she's threatened to do that to me for the past 15 years of my life. Its not fair that I'm blamed for her unconditional pain for nothing. Its like she regrets having me as a child, I think she does. She embarrasses me in front of everyone, she threatens me also to be thrown onto the street which I would prefer from killing. At least I have my band, and you, my special journal of which I'll confide into every single day of my life. 4

I don't want to be a writer! Its not fair - Don't I have the choice? I love to write, but music is my passion and no one will ever understand that. 5

Damn - Go to go. Mother is calling me. I can't be late, or another beating will be waiting for me. I'll write more in here later, I wonder why Mom is calling me at this time of night. Ciao...