Chapter One: Tori POV

I was born on December 5, 1998. I have one older sister, Trina Vega. I am Tori Vega, and this is my story.

I have a photographic memory. I can remember EVERYTHING. Sometimes, it comes in handy. For example, once I forgot my notebook at school and I really needed to study for my history test. Well, I remembered every date, name, time and place in that book. For example: Marie Antoinette was born on November 2, 1755 in the Hofburg Palace in Vienna, Austria and died on October 16, 1793 in Palace de la Concorde in Paris, France. See? One of the many things that drive my parents and Trina crazy. That gift comes with a curse. I also remember the bad things. Like when my parents sent me away.

Flashback

November 12, 2001

Tori aged almost 3, Trina's 7th birthday

"Happy birthday to you!" Tori and her parents sing. They all clap, except for Tori, who just bounces and giggles in her high chair.

"Tori, what did I say about laughing?" Holly Vega asked Tori. She just kept on laughing.

"That's it! David, go put Tori in the car. We're going to the adoption agency IMMEDIATELY," Holly said.

"Mama, what did I do wrong?"

"You were born, I wish you never were, you little-"

"Holly, she's just a child. I agree with giving her up, but no language, please?"

"Okay, okay."

End Flashback

I'm also disappointed because I will remember these moments, but sometimes, honestly, this gift could not be better. But that was 13 years ago. 7 years ago, I was taken back into my original family because no one wanted me. That was pretty tough. Now, they treat me like a slave and abuse me.

Every day, my friends reach out to me to see what's wrong, but every day, I push them away and shut them out. I don't want to, I really don't want to. But, my parents threaten me every day that they will do the worst if I tell anyone. And if what they're doing right now isn't the worst, well, I'm really, honestly scared.