~Julia White ~
Dear Stranger,
I'm just laying on the bed. Staring at the white wall that I'm used to. I really don't mind them, acually I loved white. It reminds me of happiness and purity. Mostly of doves. Oh how I wish I was one. Spread my wings and fly, soaring in the sky. Because there's no limits. Like I was free. Unfortunately that's not me.
Reaching my hand up, I instantly remember why I can't be that dove. Scars.They're everywhere. As if they're mocking me.
But the real scars aren't visible. They're deep within my heart. The only word that I can think of was why?
Why could she do all this to me?
How?
How can a mother find it in her heart to do this to her own daughter?
And lastly there's the most positive one Soon.
Soon I'll be free.
Sorry to say that you're a stranger, but it's the truth.
I really miss you dad
Oh how I wish you were here ...
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WerewolfHi, I've written this story when I was super young, and now I honestly think it's cringe worthy. I recommend anyone older than 14 to move on. Don't read it! ~~~~ I'm Snow White. Well not literally, but it's what my best friend nicknamed me. If you...