My head is pounding, throbbing. I touch it.... Blood? But in order for you to understand how we got to this point. You need to hear the truth. And I mean the truth, because those lying bitches don't know what that is, We need to go back. Back to the beginning. I don't mean the beginning of her story. The beginning of mine.
Delaware 1932, my "mother" gave birth to me. I quote mother because... well you'll soon understand. Little me came out crying. Chuckles. Anywho, with the amount of drugs in my system, I wasn't supposed to survive. But hey, you know me. What can I say? I'm a fighter. I mean, I grew up pretty normal. Toys, music, makeup, any and everything that I wanted. I was happy, we were happy. And then, I turned 13. After that, nothing was the same. No more late nights watching scary movies, no more junk food after 11pm. I know, crazy right? She never smiled or laughed with me. We stopped talking. I never knew why until that day. She sent me away, to some place called "Division."
They told me things, they told me that I needed to unlock it. I was 13, what did I need to unlock at 13?!
A few hours went by, they brought me into this room. It was all white. Everything. From the chairs to the tables and the door knob.. The fucking doorknob. Can you believe it? The whole doorknob. Back then I just ignored it, now I realize what was happening. I sat down and they bought me crayons and paper. Juice boxes and animal crackers. It was like they were trying to make me fat or something. A lady came in. She had this huge folder in her arms. Said her name was Amber, but I knew she was lying. She sat across from me and filled her face with the fakest "i care about you" smile you could ever imagine. She asked me questions like,
"What's your favorite color?" And
"What do you wanna be when you grow up."
At 10 I didn't really know, so I said what any other 10 year old girl said.
"Pink."
I wanted to be a teacher. Boy, did my job description change. She started asking me really weird questions and taking notes. Like, is my brain okay and do I see anything that others can't. I was more than confused. I didn't know what she was talking about. After taking a million notes and mumbling to herself, she got up and left. Left me alone with my crackers and crayons.
That was the last time I saw her.
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Fix Me
Teen FictionPart Two of Unbroken Take a trip down memory lane with none other than... you guessed it....... Ally Find out who she was and how she came to be with who she is
