You Called It Serendipity

Prologue:

As a eighteen year old, you'd think to believe that everything in life is amazing. That no one can control you, no one can use you. But that's just not the case.

There are so many things in life that can be similarly questioned. For me, Anastasia, there were more than just a handful.

My life consists both of a mother and father, who loved each other enough to get a divorce when I was five. My father being an alcoholic was the only memory I had of him. I can vividly remember nights of horrific screams and traumatizing images flashing through my mind of my mother being beaten by my father. Belts, whips, objects, items, hands, feet, you name it. I can't believe she had the audacity to leave him at all, let alone three years after the abuse started. To this day I refuse to speak his name. Micheal.

My mother gained full custody and to this day looks after me, she is definitely not the best mother, but she is all that is left of my "family".
And just like everything else in my life, I experienced a whole other change in year twelve and believe me, my whole life changed...

*Author's Note:
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