Story by R
Reflection Unknown
Posted on by R.
When I was about 15 years old my father found my journal. Curiosity of a man wanting to know his daughters thoughts he opened and read my lighter secrets. Learning of the resentment I harbored for my stepmother, my longing to be somewhere else, finding out I snuck out of the house to meet my boyfriend in the late hours of the night ... I was punished. Stealing the entire summer from me, banning me from ever seeing what felt was the love of my life he said "let me give you a little bit of advice, don’t ever write anything down you don’t want the whole world to see.” 12 years and I’ve remained a closed book. Writing was my outlet but that day a lesson had been taught. Privacy isn’t a thing when you have children and everybody wants to know the darkness that stretches the corners of your mind. The thing is, I never had the guts to write the dark stuff. 12 years later I find myself wanting to blow the dust off this book. I’m choosing to open it and let it see the light. This book has been closed for so long but it’s a good read. See Dad the thing is I want the whole world to see. To know. To feel. I always have. Consider this entry one of a thousand pages and if you’re reading this, whoever you are, well then I hope your book finds the light too.