Living A Lie

Chapter 1

I was only four years old the first time I was hit by someone but when I was that little I felt I deserved it. It never lasted long sometimes just a spanking or a beating with a belt. It didn't happen often and almost never to me because I was the youngest. I was Lily Hudson, the youngest of six children.

I was a cute child and very innocent child. My light skin complexion that became red in the summer. My cheeks would become rosy when the cool crisp autumn air hit them. In the winter my skin would become dry from always being outside playing and in the spring the sun hit my blonde hair making it radiate.

My eyes were like an ocean turning emerald when I cried. Tears weren't allowed
though and if I were caught crying I would be yelled at. I had to grow up living and acting perfect. No one could see how broken I was inside. But alas, I was just a child. I thought everyone lived like this. I thought every child was told to not cry, was told to shut up, was told they needed to mind their own business. I thought every child would be punished if they talked or if they had their elbows on the table or even if the accidentally knock over a glass of water. So I thought nothing of it. To me I was just Lily, just Lily, an ordinary child. I never knew how wrong I was.

((Authors note: sorry if the first few chapters are short by as the story progresses they will become longer and more interesting.))