There once lived a girl who lived a seemingly simple life. Every morning she would go to school, every afternoon she would eat lunch with her friends, every night she would go to bed and cry herself to sleep.
This girl lived a hectic life. Se never could understand her teachers, she always got teesed by other kids and her parents med her do all the house chores. And then there where her sisters, who did nothing around the home, but make messess for her to pick up.
She got yelled at by her parents and by her sisters to do chores. At times, her sisters would hit her and burn her with cigarets. They even pulled knives on her and made small cuts on her amrs. She told her parents but they didn't believe her and she was to ashamed to show them the marks they left on her skin. She was a shy girl. She still is and still refusess to say that they "did" cut her, she can only say to this day that they "tried" to do so.
When she turned 18, she ran away with her boy friend who was trying to save her from her family. But one night, she was rapped by a stranger and her family that tormented her, took her back home.
For two more years she suffered, but this time she called the cops. They did nothing to help her because her dad told the police, "I can handle it," but obviously he couldn't the torment continued.
When she turned twenty, she became cuicidal. She ended ip in the sphyc ward, she staid their for half a yarr. Once she was releaced, back into the home of torment, she brought a plane ticket to Iowa and ran waway to her birth mom, away from her adopted family.
This girl is now safe. This girl is now free. She lives her life being creative and doing her own individual chores. Aomwtimes she has help with them, sometimes she helps others too.
On and off, her family in California still haunts her daily by calling her and sending her nasty text messages to her phone, but she deals with it. She's okay now.
Nothing's Perfect, But You Live Life On~