The eyes of me

Prologue: when you think of family what comes to mind?

Love

Affection

Support

But most of all Saftey

But sadly this story is not about family this story would be about hatred

Dispar

Bullying

And last but not least there is NO safety here.

This story is about nothing but dishonor and harm to only a young girl and her perspective on the life she’d live till age 13.

Chapter 1: I don’t understand..

As I laid in bed one night I slowly close my eyes and pictures of midnight sky crawling through my deepened mind but as I slowly fall deeper and deeper into a settle place the dreams and the midnight sky leave me with out a trace left. Yelling. I hear yelling. It sounded violent and gruesome as if a nightmare just left my mind. The curiosity struck to me so I followed it. As I slowly crept down the carpeted steps the violence began to creep deeper and deeper into my mind. As I reached for down stairs my tiny feet softly hit the carpeted floor. I stand at the edge of the wall with my head ever so slightly bent to the side. There was a man and a woman but the woman wasn’t just any woman she was the woman who created me gave me life but something was different. There were raindrops falling from her cheeks and a singular bruse on her left arm looked as if it was fresh. A man with an unusual thundering rage to him as if the moment he yelled the room went dark. I had a feeling I had nearly ever had till now. Fear.