Wonder why I always wear long shirts and baggy, wrinkled sweatpants instead of crop tops and high shorts as most girls wear? Firstly, if I ever wore a belly shirt you would see the cuts on my stomach from the sharp silver knife piercing through my skin on those cold lonely nights, as I cried thinking maybe just maybe the pain would stop, but it only got worst. Secondly, I only wear sweatpants instead of any bottoms that are skin revealing, like high shorts, because if I did everyone would see the cigarette burns my father gave me from simply being near him. And the red bruises my mother gave me from simply calling her "Mommy" as a young girl. I'm not like this anymore. My parents still are but I avoid them. Hurting myself is useless because it only makes the pain worst. Marks remind myself of everything I've been through instead of helping me forget. But I have grown stronger now. And I've got the message that my parents literally despise me so I just stay away from them so no conflict occurs. Nobody cares for me except God and myself. I like to think that's all I need, but is it? It's me against the world. Until that one night everything changes....But is it for the better or the worst? I'm Eliana and this is My story.
I know that the introduction is short. Chapters will get longer as we go further into the story. This story was fully my idea and I did not copy or steal ideas from anyone else's. Thanks for supporting my story. Keep on reading (:
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Deep Into My Fantasy
ActionThis is a story by Liyah (me). It's about a teenage girl named Eliana who's parents abuse her badly. She likes to fantasize about a perfect life without all of the abuse and drama. One cold stormy night her parents do something that really upsets h...
