Prologue.

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My mother has never been "nice, loving, encouraging, or caring" To me.

Ever since I was four, she would tell me the same damn thing over and over again. " You're so different and special, I don't know what to do for you sometimes. You're better off by yourself, just thinking in the darkness of when you are gonna realize that no one needs or cares about you!" It got worse every time, even my siblings, my dad, and my grandparents couldn't help me. I've been beaten, cut, tortured, and locked away in the farthest room in my family's mansion, where only my mother and my maid can get in with a small black key. I've never been outside, she boarded my window. I only see my siblings when my mom is not around, they tell me that she's nice or that she takes them places and they smile and have fun, but I don't know what emotions are anymore, I just nod and they leave me alone again, I wave and stay quiet. My father hates to see me, I know that because he loves me so I try not to cry or make him cry when I see him. " One day, I will get you away from here and we'll live together and you can be happy. " When I hear his voice say that almost cry and crack a small smile. When he leaves, I get a bit scared and I start to tremble, knowing that the next person coming through that door will be my mother. When I hear a loud, evil, unloving laugh with footsteps, I know I'm done for.....

Okay, my new story is a bit dark but it will get better! Later my roses~🌹

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