Buried under the words

Prologue

Is it where I truly belong? Upon seeing the bright sun, I wonder when my life will shine like that. Ripped and torn and bruised by my past. All I wanted is to change my hazy life into a bright sunny one, even if it's just for a day. I know you will be puzzled without knowing what happened to me and why I am sad?

Having love in my name but I lacked the love along the years!! I, myself, Amorette Ray desperately wanted love. Amorette is my name but I like my name to be called as amy. I became afraid to love anyone because I am afraid when they leave me, it will hurt me and leave more scars. I wanted to experience it so badly just because I forgot how to love.

It all dates back to 2010. My ex happy life. I say it because I felt like that it was a happy one, once upon a time indeed. Cuddled to sleep by both my parents and an annoying but caring elder sister. Wasn't it seemed like a perfect family? You might think what made me unhappy! Let me tell you my part of the story. But every story tells an another story from the other side, remember.

Inheritance? What does it mean? It always goes to the rightful heir, a male heir. Since me and my sister were female though my father was the first son, it was passed to his brothers. My father said no word against his mother, y'all know that's his way of showing love to his mother. Days passed, my family was distraught about how to manage the family. My dad ended up losing his business, so did they. Lost all fortunes to a business fraud. With all his inheritance passed onto his brothers, with none left; he left us all alone, by ourselves in this lonely world around ill treating humans. I mean my stupid cousins. I thought they loved me, adored me and my sister. 'Twas all for money. Stupid money. I don't want to blame him after all he did was love! But instead loving his daughters he loved his mother more. Happens, don't you say so?

I grew up with my mother, Shayleen Ray and my sister, Ashley Ray; I studied well with scholarships and so as my sister. She was a silent girl, the most stubborn person I've ever met. She's righteous and very honest unlike me. I was abusive, adamant but very innocent. I loved the taste of victory, like I said I was abusive. I improved myself in writing so that I could join a college with a degree: bachelor's in english literature. And there it all started.

**Well this story might take you to unbelievable extents. So it's upto you on how you going to take the story. Guys!! I am an amateur writer. Please correct me if my grammar went wrong somewhere!! I hope you guys liked the prologue**