Scars

Memories ~ Chapter 1

She was 16, and nearly dead. She had black hair, and brown eyes, filled with sorrow, fear, DEATH. She was about 4'11 (in height) and Anorexic. She was surrounded with lies, way over maximum capacity for herself alone. Her body, filled with the scars, cuts, bruises, and blood of sorrow. She lives alone, well almost alone. She was at the ages of 5 when her father sold her to a whore house. She had been restricted to ever leave the place. She had always said it wasn't easy living, she had to hide her fears, sorrow, cuts, bruises, the blood, the everything. She had to be someone she's not. She acted happy, and like her life was amazing, but in the inside, she knew she was making matters worse by hiding the truth.

Her mother died when she was 3. She had to live through 2 whole years of being beaten, abused, cut up, and sold by her father. She had always wished mother never died. She knew that with her mother, she would have been safe and nothing would have happened to her in the first place. She thinks to herself every night of how life would have been different with her mother beside her and how she bets that, if mother would have known what her father had done, she would have divorced his little ass right then and there.

She had only one person on her side only because of love, and friendship. His name was Zac. He was a trusting little boy, at least she thought. He was 17 and had longer black hair, brown eyes that sparkle in the light. He wasn't to much taller than her, he was about 5'0, and also anorexic. Also filled with the cuts and blood of sorrow. He was in love with the girl of his dreams. Melia. There was only one problem. Zac doesn't truley know what he has gotten himself into.