"So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black"
19th January 1999
Five years ago on the 25th September, a baby girl was born. She was everything her parents wanted. But that all changed when her mother died shortly after holding her for the first time. The doctors couldn't find a cause and her father was distraught. He couldn't. He WOULDN'T, think straight. And he blamed it on the tiny bundle now in his arms. He shoved her down quickly and ran. But fate had him crawling back - granted he was drunk but he came back- to the hospital to claim his daughter, his wife would want that. But it didn't mean that he would love her or even treat her as he should. And that child would go on through life beaten brutally and never given a kind word. Not even when, in the future, she would get cancer.
11th December 2005
An 11-year old girl wonders home on a path back to misery. School is a place I can escape. She thought. Yet although it wasn't even half as bad as her home, she wished she had a friend. Someone to talk to. To tell all her troubles to and not lie to them. How she hates lying to her PE (Gym for Americans) teacher on how she got all her bruises and then having to pretend to be clumsy. As she approached the drained house that she tries to keep neat for if she ever had any friends, she whispers to herself; You CAN do this, and prepares herself for the pain she will receive tonight.
Her father was and has been from since she can remember a drunk. And it just made him they little bit more violent then ever- but of course, she wouldn't know. She'd never seen his sober state.
He says it was her fault, that she's the devils child. Not his. And the worst.
You look too much like her so I have to change your face for you.
And in the most painful way possible, she thought walking in for a night of trouble and extreme discomfort.
16th June 2007
She looked around in wonder, shock and fear. Where was she? How did she get here? What was happening? So many questions ran through her head. The door opened. It was the same plain white door as the rest of the room. White ceiling, white floor, white cupboards, white beds. She was alone in the room though. A woman came through the door wearing blue scrubs. So she was in a hospital, but how did she get here, how long had she been here for?
"Hi sweet, I'm here to run a few more tests, can you tell me if you remember anything?"
She was scared, what were they on about? Was she put here by her father or did something happen to her at school?
"Um, I can't remember anything." She decided to go with the safe option, and besides, it was almost true.
"Okie Dokie sweet, well you were at school when you fainted. You were bought her in an ambulance called by the reception lady, okay?"
"O-Ok" She was nervous, she didn't know what she would do if they found her scars and bruises.
It was hours later when they delivered the heart-breaking news. Well what would be heart-breaking news was seen as a relief to her, an escape route from her torturous life that she lived. Only time could tell how much longer she had to live it.