Diary Entry Dear diary yesterday I went to visit my parents at the graveyard on such a holy day as is Christmas Eve. I began to feel nostalgic as I looked back and imagined having my parents with me and enjoying Christmas together as a family again. I then began to cry due to the depression I was suffering. I am a sensitive lonely child and I am often sad. I was alone visiting my parents on such a day with such a grey view as it was, everything was gloomy and dark. I began to cry and shiver and suddenly I heard a shout, "quiet you little devil!" cried a deep, throaty and trembling voice. "Keep still-or i´ll cut your throat!" I turned round trembling and a rough-looking man hooked me by the neck, "please don't cut my throat, sir," I begged. He was so strong that I thought he was going to break me. His hands were as big as my weak body. I trembled in such a way that I was slipping from his huge and powerful hands. I observed that he had a thick band of iron with a broken chain round his ankle.
The man wore rough grey clothes they were torn and muddy. He was shivering just like me, but in my opinion I think he shivered due to the cold not like me because I shivered with fear. He had a torn piece of cloth tied around his head and he wore torn shoes which had more holes than material itself. Each time he looked at me his eyes seemed to drill through my body. He then demanded, "show me where you live boy" with a rough voice, "there sir", I pointed to the village. "Tell me your name he demanded ...
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The man wore rough grey clothes they were torn and muddy. He was shivering just like me, but in my opinion I think he shivered due to the cold not like me because I shivered with fear. He had a torn piece of cloth tied around his head and he wore torn shoes which had more holes than material itself. Each time he looked at me his eyes seemed to drill through my body. He then demanded, "show me where you live boy" with a rough voice, "there sir", I pointed to the village. "Tell me your name he demanded again, "Phillip Pirie sir, but everyone calls me pip" I replied shivering. The man stared at me for a moment, and suddenly he turned me upside down violently. By accident a crumble of bread fell of my pocket. The man then pushed roughly me on top of a gravestone that was nearby, leapt on top of the crumble, and began to eat greedily, I did not move from the gravestone just because I was paralyzed by fear, I could only cry and shiver. The man then said "tell me, where is your mother?" I then pointed to my mother's grave. The man in grey started to run, I then said "I mean, that she is buried there sir". "Is she?" the man replied walking slowly back, "and that must be your father" he added. "Yes, sir", the man grinned with a malicious smile. "With who do you live then?" the man asked, "of course that is if I let you live" said the man with a terrible tone, "my sister sir, Mrs. Joe Gargery wife of Mr. Joe Gargery the blacksmith of town sir," "so he is a blacksmith?" The terrible man said, looking down at his ankle and the thick band of iron that was around it. Suddenly the man got nearer and nearer to me he hooked me by the arms and pushed onto the gravestone again, he stared at me with his terrible eyes, I was horrored thinking that he was going to kill me, he then said "do you know what a file is,?" "Y..y..yes sir," "then tomorrow Bring me a file and some food, clear?" the man demanded with anger, "Bring them to the old fort, there by the river" he added, "of course sir" I replied, "but if you say something to someone about me, I will take out your heart and liver and I will eat them slowly", the terrible man growled drilling my body with his eyes, "I've got a friend nearby listening to our conversation, and he has a secret way of finding a boy no matter where he is, even if you are warm at home, in bed he will still find you". I promised I would bring the file and the food early in the morning. The man then lifted me down from the grave carefully. "Goodnight sir", I whispered. The man then sat down lying his back on a grave and said "there is nothing much good about it," he then looked at me once, and I started to run as fast as I could. I then arrived at the forge it was shut up Joe had finished his work for that day and he sat down beside the fire smoking his wooden pipe. Joe Gargery was a huge fair-haired man with kind blue eyes. Joe looked at me sadly and then said "Mrs. Joe is out looking for you, when she went out she carried tickler with her." tickler was the name of the stick which my sister used to beat me, very often. Don't live badly. I have food a warm bed and clothes, but I have to be educated by my sister and she is very strict. She beat me very often. Her husband, Joe was my only friend and he protected me from Mrs. Joe many times. "Has she been out long?" I asked Joe, "about five minutes" Joe replied, "and I hear her coming back, hide behind the door". suddenly Mrs. Joe kicked the door open and quickly discovered my hiding place. Her bony face was red due to the cold she began to beat me hard, really hard even with tickler and she then kicked me brutally making me cross the room and then I landed beside Joe who protected me from the savage beating I was receiving he used his powerful arms and made me face the corner and then protected with his own body, Joe is my only friend and I love him as if he was my own father and he treats me like that too. If I didn't have Joe's help I would live like in a prison and I would not have strength to live
