Prologue

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I was depressed and no one can even notice it.

I was expert hiding my pain.

I want to cry but my tears won't fall.

 I want to rebel but I can't.

 I want to die but I'm scared.

How can I live my life when it is full of hatred and pain?

It's three o'clock.

I was in my bed, laying and staring blankly at my white ceiling.

Thinking on how can I welcome death without day dreaming the man who once raped me in my dreams or is it a dream?

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