Emotionless Doll

Prologue:

Something warm and scarlet red was dripping down my face.

All I hear is the ringing sound of my mother's voice yelling at me. My mother abuses me and my oldest brother, but mostly me. She abuses me because I resemble my father. The man that left her because of her hateful attitude towards him and us.

At such young age, my mother wanted me dead. My pleas and cries for her not to abuse me fall on silent ears. When she was done with me she would stand over my beaten body and laugh at my aching pain; calling me many degrading names. I slowly began locking away my feelings. Locking up my pain and emotions made everything better than dealing with them.