Many people ask me why I'm so disturbed. I am a girl of 10 years, my name is well...I don't have one . My parents wanted me to be a boy, when they found out they were going to have a baby girl, they've been treating me as a slave , as if I've done some horrific crime . Every time i go out of the attic, which is my room...either mother slaps me or father hits me with his belt . Me and my parents don't have any sort of communication amongst us. Today, i turn 11, and here i am sitting in the attic with no candles to blow . I get up and quietly step down to the house.. "What do you think you're doing here u little rascal!?!?!" Father screamed.
"It...it..... Its my birthday, i turn 11 today!" I said , my body shaking.
He grips me by my arm and throws me onto the floor. My elbow hits the marble floor and blood starts trickling...
