Prolog;
Jelina's POV.
I hurried up to my room and closed the door with a bang, and threw myself on my bed. My tears were streaming down my face and I had never felt this broken and alone.
That was the third time this happened, it still hurts. How? How could they do that to me? I was only eight years old and they treated me like an animal. Maybe that's what they wanted me to be...
Suddenly I'm starting to feel it again inside me, oh God, not again.
I hurried over to my desk and opened my diary. I took my pen and started to write with a shakey hand and new tears started to build up inside my eye lashes.
" Dear Diary..." I start and take a deep breath.
" It happens again, what is wrong with me?"