A philosopher once said,"villains aren't born they're made", let's see how true that is....
**Astrid get you lazy ass out of bed and and do something to earn your stay here or we'll throw your sorry ass back on the streets then maybe you'll become a little whore like your mother was.....**
These memories have plagued my mind since I ran away from my aunt and uncle who saw me as a sex slave but somehow even with my rotten luck I managed to get away from all those scumbags who tried to rape me. It's been 6 months since I ran but I still look over my shoulder constantly because no matter how far I go I can't outrun my memories, memories that hold my mind hostage.I may have broken the physical shackles but my mind is still trapped, replaying all the memories I'm not quite fond of. Everything was finally starting to look a little better.
After breakfast I went to check my mail and found a letter with no return address, I all but ripped it open and as soon as I read it I knew it was from them and that.....that scared the shit out of me. I shut my eyes hoping that this was a cruel prank from the universe because how the hell did they even find me ,I mean it's not like they put a tracker on me right?I opened my eyes and the words*"WATCH YOUR BACK"* screamed back at me,a cruel reminder that I can never truly escape this cage.
The night I ran away my uncle came back drunk and tried to force himself on me but a knock distracted him and I kicked him off of me and ran like the scared little bitch they had raised me to be but I had sworn to myself that one day I'd get my revenge,after all revenge is a dish best served cold. I just needed to become stronger and more powerful than them so that I could bring them to the ground doesn't matter if I have to burn their entire life's work to ashes I'd gladly do it.
I wasn't always an orphan,my parents died when I was 9 on their way to pick me up from school,not to mention it was my birthday. It goes without say that I hate my birthday even now 11 years later I still don't celebrate my birthday.
I burnt the stupid letter and went to school.On my way to school I had a feeling I was being followed but everytime I turned to look there was no one there. I guess I've finally lost the little bit of sanity I had left, because only a psycho would smile at the thought of having a stalker,but honestly what's the worst that could happen?