My name is Valentina. Valentina Manfredini. Or Val for short.
I am 16 and I'm in 10th grade. I was brought up in Italy till I was 4. But then we had to move to America for mothers job (she was an actress!) So I have been living in New York since I was 4 with my father (Tristan), and when I was 7 my step-mother (Helen) moved in.
At school I am invisible. Unseen. Unnoticed. But I like it that way. I don't really like socialising. I'm not very good at talking. I'm not very good at it because I never have the opportunity to talk to people; I'm never aloud out the house, mother won't allow it. She says its too dangerous for a little girl like me to be out by myself. I wish she would give me some freedom, some space. Let me make my own choices. But no, it's always down to her what I can and can't do. Who I can and can't see. I am asked to parties and get togethers sometimes but I can go because mother says its not safe.
I have no freedom.
No privacy.
No life.
She makes my life a misery. A night with no stars describes my life, empty. Full of nothing.
Dark.
Cold.
Just, empty.
I want to live my life like a life should be lived. I want to love, laugh. Travel the world with someone, just the two of us, like in the movies. That's my dream. To travel the world with one person. To love them and for them to love me. Have a special relationship like no other. But I know that's never going to happen, because I am trapped.
With no escape.
