My name is Pandora. Pandora Faith William. My life is hell. Yes, HELL. To start off, my parents treat me like garbage. Literally. They've physically abused me. They haven't given me food, basically they've made me starve for days. Once, I cut myself real bad that I needed to go to the hospital, but they didn't care and they locked me in my room for a week, with out food and water.
You may think, "Why would her parents hate her? After all, they are the ones who brought her into this world?". Well, I wasn't exactly expected. My parents were young when they had me. My mom was 19 and my dad was 21. They kinda had a little fun, and I came along after 10 months.
My parents weren't ready to have me, both mentally and financially. Ever since the day I was born, I was treated like garbage. I'm 16 now. That makes up 16 years of torture.
I started to cut when I was 12. Yes, pretty early. But that was the only way out. And it's only gotten worse. I started to take pills, even started to smoke and take a few shots. Again, where do I get all the money? I steal it. From my parents of course. They have a huge stash of money in their room. When they're not around, I sneak in and grab some of it. I've gotten caught a few times, but I don't give a shit to their nonsense.
I do go to school, but I don't really have any friends. My fellow peers think I'm weird and cryptic. Most of them just go way mainly because of my cuts. Plus, I don't like talking to people. They're all backstabbers. I'd rather be friends with a tree, then being friends with them.
I've always that one person who'd love me for who I am. And that love would be eternal. A love that would go on forever, never ending love. My Prince Charming, where are you?
