I have a secret that I am afraid of. It is something from my past that my father did that I still fear him over. If I could go back in time to any place in any year, I would go back and tell my mother to marry someone else other than my father. I can't trust him, I never have been able to.

OK... I'll tell you my secret as long as you don't tell anyone. Here I go...

I am a victim of child abuse-physical, verbal, and even sexual. It has been going on for as long as I can remember. My mother kicked my father out of the house when I was six but he kept on coming back. When I was seventeen he was finally arrested. I went to see him a few times afterwards but each time I would wake up the next day in the hospital.

The man tapped the end of his pen on his journal, keeping rhythm with the pitter-patter of the rain on his window, as he ran his free hand through his bed-head dark brown hair, a tired look on his face. It was after two A. M. yet he couldn't sleep. He thought of something to add and wrote it down.

Do you think you know who I am? I bet you don't and even if I told you then you'd think I was kidding. Only DK, Candy, and Funky know-or at least they DID. I doubt, and hope not, they remember.

His eyes teared up as he set the pen down and closed the journal. If only the others understood, knew what pain he had been suffering inside. His somewhat-hyper, energectic, willing-to-do-anything-to-help-his-friends appearance and personality was a perfect facade-no one knew his inner torment...

He got underneath the oversheet atop the bed and closed his eyes, immediately falling into a deep, troublesome nightmare...

SK: OK, so... Yay finished. I dare you to guess who the man with the journal is. ;) Hints will be given through out the story and a chapter or two before the epilouge I'll reveal who it is. RR please! :D