Dear Diary,

I don’t know how to begin this entry. I’m still in shock. I don’t know what to do.

The only thing that has given me some peace is being in the shower. I think this must be my fifth time or maybe the sixth...

I feel dirty. I am dirty.

What would Mama and Papa say to me right now?

Oh, I know what they would say.

We told you Eliza! We warned you!

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Right now I am in so much pain.

My body aches all over.

I can still smell his ugly breath on me.

What am I going to do?

I just don’t know.

I know I hate Standford. I never want to see him again.

I must pack.

I should pack.

But wait? Where will I go?

I quit my job.

I wonder if they would give it back to me.

Maybe I can ask Mary. She was always really nice when we worked together.

I wonder what time it is now.

Oh my... what if he comes back?

NO. NO. NO. I will not let him hurt me again.

This is why I have to pack up and go.

I need to leave.

Yes, I need to go.

Oh Mama and Papa how I need you now.

I wonder if I should write them.

Maybe they would let me go back.

I should write them.

I need to think of what I am going to say.

I can’t tell them what happened.

They wouldn’t understand.

All I know is this man is a monster.

He came to hurt me, and Standford let him.

So he's a monster too!

He never loved me.

Damn him to hell!

I know Mama would be angry for talking this way.

I never knew being famous would cost me so much.

Why was I so mean and stubborn?

I need to get to the farm and I hope Mama and Papa will say yes.

But for now I need to find Mary. I will need to stay with her.

I best get packing. I still feel bad but it did help to write this all down.

I best be packing now before anyone else shows up. I feel so broken. So much for Rosaline Starr...

She is dead now. Right?

I need to escape.

I hope they never find me.

Eliza Clark