Lies, pain, and depression

The beginning

Where do I start?

I guess my first memory then. You know the first thing I remember was when i was six years old, and I had woken up in my bed thinking, where am I? at that moment I thought I was a lion or something that turned into  human, and thats why i didn't remember a thing about my past. 

I used to live in a apartment complex in sunny California, the city of which I cannot remember. I used to be a care free child, but weren't we all? I remember dancing to Latin songs with my sisters and aunt, while my dad was at work and my mom and grandma made fresh tácitos with rice and beans. 

I also remember what happened at school back then. I used to be a "jewel hunter", and what that means is that I used to look for shiny things on the play ground and sell them for a penny with my fellow children. I was actually pretty successful for some reason, and I also remember one time in which I brought this little purse with a huge gem on it. At that time I wasn't really the only "jewel hunter" in that school, the most popular girl was also into the business as well. She came up to me that day with  her little  posse/group, and bit into my purse for no reason what so ever! I pulled away and slapped her with my little hands to make her back off. She was stunned that I did that but she didn't cry, she just turned around and told her little group to keep an eye on the gem and make sure it falls off. It never did though.

And i used to have a "love interest" as well I preschool. I remember the day he asked, no claimed me as his girlfriend. I remember as well, that I caused him and his  previous girlfriend to break up. But I won't go into detail with that. He was obsessed with me, and that scared the crap out of me back then. He always used to watch me, hug me, and draw pictures of me non stop, and it started to get out so put of hand that the teachers had to  interfere. 

I guess it was happy childhood, until that one day when it all started