I always knew I was different. I mean when your dad pretty much locks you away and don't let anyone know he even has a daughter, it's pretty obvious.
I guess this all started when I was 3. My dad at the time thought I just had a healthy imagination. He realized how wrong he was when a year later his precious baby girl told her dad's boss the gruesome way her "imaginary " friend died.
From that point on, I was labeled the freak of the family. Any time co-workers, or friends, hell even most family came over, I was to stay silent and in my room. Sure it was a boring and hurtful life but I made the most of it. At least I did make some good friends now and then. Even of most had mean dead for years.
My mom died when I was just a baby in a house fire. Dad never really talks about it so I never knew the details. All I know is he was never the same after she died.
But that isn't really where my story began. It all started when I was 16. See my dad became an alcoholic. I guess the pressure of having a freak show daughter and a dead wife really got to him over the years.
On my 16th birthday I came home from school to find my dad drunk and violent. Apparently my "friends " were giving him a hard time while I was gone.
Long story short, dad didn't like the fact that they moved his things around and decided to take his frustration out on me. Sure it wasn't the first time he had lashed out, but this time was different. …
A/N: hiya guys! Sorry to end this so abruptly but I have alot to do and wanted to get something posted at least! Hope you guys enjoy and feel free to review... peace out!