I used to be happy, but I became depressed after my mother passed away. My walls grew and I hid behind them. I dyed my hair black, wore black and only saw black. Darkness consumed me. I became an outcast at school, and barely had a friend. On an unforgettable night, I decided to let my walls down. I immediately regretted that decision. I felt shattered after that night. I stumbled home, in the dark, barefoot and cold. I desired ending my life, but I could not do it. It did not get better after that. In fact, my life gradually got worse. I was abducted. I was forced into an arranged marriage. My humanity was at risk. If you're there God, please help me. Why have you taken the people, that I loved, from me? Why is this happening? Why have you forsaken me?
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