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The moon hung low, giving a light silver glow over everything in sight, it looked so peaceful as it was enjoying the silence out there, I never felt so envious before looking at the moon

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The moon hung low, giving a light silver glow over everything in sight, it looked so peaceful as it was enjoying the silence out there, I never felt so envious before looking at the moon.

I heard the yelling and curses coming out of the room, they started it, they started it again!

It's not the first time I am hearing the awful curses from my mother's mouth and the piercing sound when my father's belt made contact with skin, and definitely it's not gonna be the last time.

Every time they start to fight it hits different, it makes me feel nauseous I wish I had someone but I wonder if had someone, would I share my pain? or would I show my ugliest part?

I think, I probably won't because the love I have for my parents would never allow me to do this, it would never allow me to speak ill about them.

It hurts inside, it feels like a part of me is breaking slowly but painful to hear them saying they would have left each other a long ago if there weren't two daughters behind.

It makes me wish that I should vanish from their life forever, maybe I should..

- from the journal of Amaya


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As everyone from the introduction know that this story is mainly about Amaya but recently I felt like it's not like the story I imagined or expected to be.

So, I thought of adding some notes from Amaya's journal as I thought it would make you feel more connected to Amaya.

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