Not Everyone's Perfect Final Copy

Entry One
I don’t have much left.

My family is gone.

My house is gone.

Even my town is gone.

Everything was stolen from me.

But why?

I'm just this girl that the [REDACTED FOR SECURITY] took.

Why did they want me?

I’m basically useless when it comes to everything.

But they still took me.

Robbed me.

Starved me.

Made me work for them.

Now I’m living in constant fear, because they’re always watching.

It’s impossible for me to escape.

And even if I did, they would find me.

I know they would.

Because they’re the [REDACTED FOR SECURITY].

It’s their job.

They’re supposed to be that way.

And I can’t stop them.

Because I’m useless.

But whatever.

Not everyone’s perfect.

Entry Two
Today the [REDACTED FOR SECURITY] gave me a gift.

A dagger.

It was small, but they said it would be powerful.

They said it would be of great use.

And I hope they’re right.

Then maybe, I could have a use in this world.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Entry Three
Today was possibly the worst day I’ve ever had here.

I messed up one small thing, and the [REDACTED FOR SECURITY] beat me.

My left arm is broken.

My face is cut and bruised.

I can’t walk without my legs hurting.

At least two ribs are broken.

All because of one. Small. Mistake.

I can barely even write, I’m shaking so much.

I need to get out.

I don’t know how yet, but I’ll find a way.

I have to, otherwise I don’t know how long I’ll make it.

Entry Four
I know how to escape this place, but I don’t know if I even want to anymore.

I can’t sneak out.

I can’t kill the guards.

So really, all that I could do, is kill myself.

I don’t want to, but it seems like I have to.

And maybe, it’s the right choice.

Entry Five
I thought about it some more, and maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

All death really is, is an endless sleep.

It could bring me freedom, something that life could never give.

So maybe, I should.

Then my dagger will finally have a use.

Unlike me.

But, whatever.

Maybe I don’t need to be useful.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Entry Six
I’ve decided.

Today will be the day I kill myself.

That way, I’ll be free.

Free from the [REDACTED FOR SECURITY].

Free from being scared.

Free from having to live this awful life.

I’ll escape, and they won’t ever find me.

I only wish that I could have gotten to know the world better.

But again,.

Not everyone’s perfect.

Mara [LAST NAME REDACTED FOR SECURITY]

Epilogue (In life)
Killing myself hurt more than I thought it would.

Sure, I’m pushing a dagger into my chest, but I thought that death would be instant, so you wouldn’t feel the pain.

I was wrong.

So wrong.

Pain was all I could think of.

The sharp, cold pain of the blade, tearing me apart, one thread at a time.

I started to regret this, but it was too late.

I was already fading away.

I screamed, not able to take the horror anymore.

My door burst open, letting in the soldiers.

“Mara!” one yelled. “What have you done!”

I smiled weakly. “I set myself free.”

Then everything faded away.