My Death
Pain is all I feel. Pain is all I see. That is all I know since the day I was born into this dark world where nothing I say or do matters. That cut my skin, beat me senseless and I am still alive or am I already dead and suffer the consequences for my life?
I don't have a name or age all I know is I have to keep quiet while they torture me and I will never break for them.
Well that's what I thought before I died.
This is my first try to write a book and English is not my first language (actually it's my 5th ^~^) I try to keep the chapters simple but understandable more details about what happened in her dark world will be disclosed later (I'm not really into writing about torture... let's just explain quickly if a person was born into 1 room with 1 door and never got much info he/she will think it's what the whole world looks like...) the nice parts will be soon the story will mostly be sweet ~~~~ (^~^)/