JANIQUE POV
When i was a little girl i remembered hearing my mother say she hated me and never loved me. those words cut so deep i wanted to end my life i had no one to run to and no one to talk to everyone was against me, because of her i trusted nobody only because every time i did they'd do hurtful things that cut deep into my soul. growing up as a little girl i've always wanted to have a good life and for my mom to love me but she just couldn't i never knew why i guess it was jealousy but what kind of mother is jealous of her own daughter can someone tell me that because i never understood but in the end i still love her its just pure hate in my heart and hurtful memories full of broken pieces. till this day i have moments where i just break down and cry when i hear other people say all the good things my mother done for them and how she's a loving person deep down inside i just want to tell them how she really is but i wont because the truth hurts but then again how would you tell someone that your mother is a evil and malicious person yeah that will be another life time but here's how my hell of a life started.
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Non-Fictionthis story will be about a young girl name janique harris aka nique growing up in berlin germany being raised in a bad life and into a broken home. will janique make it out? or will things turn for the worst read to find out
