• When my life started, I thought that I would find my true love. Now that I’m older, that dream disappeared. Everywhere that I been, everyone would ignore me. I try to talk to them but they wouldn’t look or talk to me. Only if they were angry or upset, they would beat me up or blamed everything on me. Terror consumed my heart and depression. I was known as the Forgotten. That was my name also. I don’t know who gave me that name but it sure explained who I was. I thought that I would never find my true lover. I was wrong….or was I right?
    One day, I was jumped by a group and was nearly killed. One of the guy’s in that group lifted my chin up and he smiled sickly.
    “Message for ya. Sophie says if you ever talk back at her, you’ll be dead.” he said. His breath smelled like dead fish and beer. I spitted on his face. He slapped me and then kicked my gut. “B****!!!” The guy left and his group left me laying down beside a garbage can. My whole body felt weak. I couldn’t go to the hospital. “Father” would lock me up again in that “room” for a week. As I was getting up I dropped to my knees and everything was beginning to be blurry. This time I got up and hid myself in the shadows so no one would notice me. I heard rumble from above me and looked up. Something wet kissed my forehead. Rain. At least the blood would wash off a bit. The rumble got louder and flashes of light filled the sky. When I got home, I took out the first aid kit and cleaned off the blood. My hair was black and long before and now I had to cut it short. They would grab me by my hair and all ways hold me by my hair. What use to be my nice soft and clean skin was all gone. Now my skin was covered with cuts and bruises. It didn’t feel nice and soft no more. It was also light skin but now it looked all dark. I touched my skin but felt the lumps and bruises. My eye color was brown now that I look in the mirror, they are filled with black sad eyes.
    “What does this world want from me?”
    The next day I had school. The sunlight burned my eyes a bit and I got dressed for school. I wore a black T-shirt and black jeans. Then I put on my red boots and a dark red sweater. I brushed my hair and grabbed my book bag. Before I headed out I made sure that none of the scars or bruises showed. Except from my neck and face. At lest most of the swelling was gone. Then I grabbed my house keys and left for school.