My name is Leila Mitchell. Im 16 years old. I'm a normal person like you. I go to school everyday. I have good grades. However school wasn't very nice. I was always left on my own. I WS bullied for looking different, for having strange brusies on me, despite the amout of makeup I put on.
But at home its a different story. My mum left me when I was two. She walked out on me and my dad. Its all because off that guy she met at the bar.
Ever since mum left, dad had started turning to drinking as comfort. He used to treat me like his own little servant. Treating me not as a daughter but an outsider.
When I was 7, the abuse started. I dropped the tray with all the dishes on it and He hit me. He seemes to love my reaction because he did it again. He soon figured out by hitting me helped bring a smile on his face. He blames me for my mum leaving. For being the screw up. I need to leave. How I wish I could.
But now this is my story. The story of Leila. And how one person can change everything.
**pic of Leila at top***
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Teen Fictionshe's back. stronger than ever. you would probably think I'm talking about someone else but its me. Leila. I did something that normal me wouldn't do. something horrific. It would send you into chills. change your perspective off me. But the th...
