Broken?

Prologue:

I once was a happy girl. All cheerful and how girls are. But then my mom started the drinking and everything changed from that one night.

I don't know why I'm telling you my story but I feel like I just need to get it out to somebody. I've stopped talking from what she did to me. From what she made me do. From everything since she started drinking. But now I'm here in this "insane home" some call but I call it home. Most people wouldn't just because if what goes on in here but it's much better then "home" for me. I am in a place called Sweet Pines. I guess I should start telling you my story.