Prologue.
Stupid bitch. Whore. Skank and more. He beat me down not just with words but the hands he used to hold mine with. The ones he used to be so gentle with. Now, I'm afraid of them. He used to be so kind. But people change. I don't like change.
I will leave. For the better. Everything will be fine but younger me might not know. I will write her letters. I will tell her what I was never told.
