
May 3rd, 2009
Dear Diary,
Last night, I fell to the floor crying out of nowhere, as my right hand clutched onto a small blade. It was as if a demon was pulling my hand towards my left wrist as I fought back. As I laid on my stomach, I looked ahead, and saw a necklace laying on the floor.
The necklace was gift from a man named Ronald. Ronald was a man that I dated for several months. He was my first boyfriend, and the only man I've ever known. The necklace was a 14 carat white gold necklace, studded with the most beautiful diamonds. He gave it to me on Valentine's Day. No one had ever given me a gift on Valentine's Day before. It wasn't the necklace itself that put me in awe, but the fact that he thought about me enough to buy me one. A strong, indescribable feeling came over me as he put it around my neck.
He was the most amazing man that I had ever met. He acknowledged that I was there, let me know that I was beautiful every chance he got, left little notes of encouragement all around my apartment, kissed my tears as I told him about my struggles with cutting, along with kissing the scars that it left. He was a man of chivalry, making sure that every door in my path was opened by his hands, treating me to dinners at the most fancy restaurants, and introducing me to new and exciting things like camping in the mountains.
For a brief moment in time, I was in a world where someone truly cared for me, or so I thought. Then a couple of weeks ago, I opened my apartment door to see an envelope laying outside my front door. Inside was a wedding photo of Ronald in a white tux with some woman in a white wedding dress. They were both smiling. There was a message written over the photo. It read:
Dear MISTRESS,
Listen here, you home-wrecking whore! You may have been his little fling, but I am his wife. There is a reason why a ring is on my finger and not yours. With that being said, stay away from my man. This is my first warning to you. I will even take it a step further and give you two more chances. Once all those chances are up, I will be paying you a little visit. Watch your back, honey!
P.S. I attached a token of both my and Ronald's love for you.
Sincerely,
The WIFE a.k.a Ronald's True Love a.k.a The woman that you wish you were!
Reading the last line, I had no idea what she was talking about. Then on the back of the photo, I felt something. As I flipped the it around, there was a used condom taped to the back. Why was this happening to me of all people? I had no idea that Ronald was married. He told me that he was single upon dating me. The last thing I would want to be is someone's mistress. I have never felt so insulted in my entire life.
Then, I screamed. I screamed, and I didn't care if anyone heard. I screamed so loud that my neighbors stepped out to see what was going on. I then ripped the necklace from around my neck and threw it up against the wall before it fell.
As I revisited this day while laying on the floor, my will weakened to the point where I eventually gave up. I yelled through my cries as I ran the blade across my wrist. I let Satan, along with his faceless demons that graced my pass, win again.


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