Dear Stranger,

He's back.

I'm scared what if he just uses me like all the other girls.

I'm not good enough for anything else other than use and abuse,

So maybe it's true.

I need to get away.

This is too much socializing for me.

I'm scared.

Where are you?

You're not here today to pile into my fears that keep me awake at night.

Besides my drunken foster parents fighting over the last beer bottle.

At least they stopped noticing me, and that means no beatings...

For now.

Love,
Me