I'm not a normal teenager, I get it. I have done some fucked up things and gone through more then some one my age should have. But guess what, I have gone through them and I have never and I mean never had an adult I could trust. Not once in my life has an adult has came and said that they would protect me, because they leave! They just get up and fucking leave! They don't fucking care! They don't want me besides to use me and abuse me. They hurt me till I'm black and blue all over my body. They touch me and rub their nasty bodied against me to please themself. So, what makes you so goddam different? I am out of breath before I can feel the tears hit my lap. My jaw is tensing and my teeth are clenched and grinding against each other when I'm waiting just for her to fucking respond to me. As I look at her, I think I may have broken Marie, because she takes a fucking beat before she simply puts her pen down and just looks me over. Which feels like a million times.
She starts to say something when the alarms blare and she gets up to lock the door. Of course this would happen when I finally open my mouth. Someone has to go rogue in the building. I mean it is so small and the food sucks but my god..
Before I can finish my thought their is a loud bang on the door.
"Marie, you little bitch get the fuck out here and make me better you lying piece of shit!" The yelling girl is pretty much screeching on the other side of the door. I can't believe I'm in this situation and this lady just made another girl like me fucking pissed. I am watching Marie she gets close enough that I see her eyes change from a brown to coal black and I feel that she may be ready to fight who ever is going to come through that door.
The door is about to go and she doesn't even grab anything to protect her as I'm freaking hiding behind a small blue chair hopping it will protect my life. As the door is about to bust Marie reaches in her pocket and o close my eyes..
I hear a body hit the ground.

Entry 3: Well I have officially been taken off my meds. Marie was bad ass. Even though i had my eyes closed and couldn't see what exactly happen. But she protected me. She grabbed my hand after pulled me and walked out. She shielded me from the body lying on the floor. And no she wasn't dead simply knocked out by a ketazolma. Which apparently is a drug to knock people out or well down to the ground. I wonder though. Was that in her pocket because she was afraid i was going to do something to her. Or is it a precaution thing to have in your pocket. Well I guess this will need to be a discussion that needs to be talked about.