I have experienced many things in life.. I had experiienced how it felt to be betrayed by your own blood and how it felt to be betrayed by you own trusted friends. I have cried many times before, hidden at the corner of my room. Too scared to run, too scared to speak, I hid behind my own shadow. The shadow of fear and hatred.

            I was always the nice one, the sweet girl-that just sickens me. People assume I'm like that, but I'm not. People always assume things, they assumed that I wouldn't care if they took things from me, from my life. They took, stole things that I had worked hard for, my friends, my family..him.

            They never cared about how I felt, but only about how they felt. They don't know how it feels to have things taken away from you, things that you care for, things that you love. They don't understand..they never did and never will.#

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            Shouts of anger filled the small room. Two figures stood tall in the center. A slap, once..twice.

" You bitch!"

One figure falls to the ground, her hands trying to cover her petite body.

" I should kill you bitch!" the same voice cried again.

Another slap.

The tall figure kicks the young girl, spits at her and quickly walks out of the room.

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