I woke up. It was the same morning, like everyday. My mum wasn't at home but I wasn't shocked. I almost forgot to tell you. I don't live with my mum, I live with my grandparents but I often go to my mums place where she lives with her boyfriend. I don't even know how my dad looks like. I spoke with him when i was four or five years old. But I remember him. I remember his smell, I remember his laugh, I remember how he picked me up and I thought I was the queen of the world. I laughed and had those wet eyes because I was so happy, I have my daddy here and no one's gonna hurt me. But oh yes, I was so hurt. So hurt, that even now, I feel the pain. I feel my heart beating so fast when I hear hid name. He was the first person who hurt me, and I'm still beeing hurt. You can't forget first pain. And it's to painfull to talk about it.
All members of my family have already hurt me but I know that my grandma and grandpa would do anything to make me happy but we'll talk about that later.
I wash my face, do make-up, specially eyeliner and I think I'm doing it great. And now I'm physically prepared to go to school.
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