Can a broken heart be mended?(A Spot Conlon Story)

The Backstory

I finally was able to fall asleep ,but I had one of the worst nightmares that could every possibly happen......My backstory.
Backstory:
I was six,I was happy and, I loved singing and writing my own songs they were always sad( because that's how I felt you should know now my mother isn't the nicest she was only slightly less angry and more nice around my father)and my father knew that but, my mother on the other hand said it was my "imagination."Other than that I was happy around my friends except for the fact that my younger sister had passed away a few moths ago.Thats when my mother started being mean I always secretly knew my sister was her favorite but,I didn't despise my sister because of that I loved her with ALL my heart.My mother liked my sister better because I'm her eyes she was prettiest I didn't blame her though my sister was very pretty she looked like my mom she had her eyes a light honey brown.Along with  a few other of her facial features.I on the other hand had the traits of my father along with his eyes which are a little confusing you see,near my pupil(the black part of your eye) was brown spots on one side a brown spot went half around my pupil then they went to green   And, on the very edge the "rim" if you will was a little blue.Confusing I know.Anyways back to my mother when my father left for work she would scream at me and sometimes slap me if I made the smallest of a mistake for example:pronouncing a word wrong or , spilling a drop of water.I always had my father to stick to my side he was my best friend,my parent,my therapist,and lots more he was my favorite person in the world I always wondered how a person could be so perfect and nice.That all changed though when I was seven he got sick apparently the same sickness my sister had pervious months ago.I had to slowly watch him die and slip away out of my hands.After that is when it got bad.My mother had been cheating on my father him and I both knew but stayed because he wanted me to have a "full parenting experience" but he didn't know what happened while he was at work and ,I couldn't tell him well one I didn't have the heart to he would be broken.(I was a very nice child at the ages of 1-7) And two my mother told my if I told anyone she would kill me.After my father died she brought her boyfriend home.Every day for two years they beat me,yelled at me,had me as their personal maid which I never got a break if I took a break there were punishments suck as:Kneeling on rice,beatings, tying me up in the cold, dark basement,standing on my tippy toes because there were nails places underneath my feet.My now step-father also joined in on the fun of beating a random 7,8,9 year old girl who was the daughter of his girlfriend.I still faked a smile and pushed through the days anyway even though all I wanted to do was lay down, go to sleep and never wake up.Instead of doing that I replayed all the times my father gave me a small Pep-talk of hope and love his ones of love were:"One day you will kiss a man you can't breath without and find that breath is of little consequence." Or my favorite "Someone who really loves you sees what a mess you can be,how most you can get,how hard you are to handle ,but still wants you." Ones of Hope were: "No matter how you feel get up,dress up,show up ,and never give up." And "You were given this life because you are strong enough to live it." So I continued for my father but I became tougher.I blocked people out no one was to be let in or trusted.No one could love me like my father loved me.I had a poker face,a stone face,no one could get past it and after I got hit I stopped crying I took it I grew up at the age of 8 I just didn't know it because sometimes we grow up even when we don't know it.Then one night my mother and her poor excuse for a step-father went to far they had stopped feeding me days ago(that's where I learned how to steal) and one night I had done nothing literally nothing not clean not eat not drink I stayed in bed I was 9 and all day I daydreamed about my feature guy the one my father talked about , What would he look like? How would he act?Would he even actually love me?So my deadbeat mother beat me senseless and her poor excuse for a step-father did stuff that you shouldn't do to a 9 year old girl in bed if you know what I'm saying I didn't cry though I kept my poker face on and he hated it he threw a knife at me scratching my arm as it hit the wall(leaning me with a small scar).I waited till dark that day packed my stuff snuck into their room and grabbed mostly all of my fathers stuff.Then took off.A day later two boys (Jack,Race) found me and I trusted them I told them my story and they promised not to tell anyone else unless I gave permission.I lived with them for the rest of my life which right now I'm 13.All the boys are like my older,younger brothers.
End backstory:

That night I dreamt of my father and the other two people who had the audacity to call themselves my mother and step-father I dreamt of all the bad things they did and how I learned to fight and the fire in my eyes but in this dream.Spot appeared....my "mother" and "stepfather" had him tied up and I was,I was beating him? I couldn't stop they were making me I beat him to death them I was thrown in jail which was almost the same as "home" with my "mother and stepfather" because they shared a cell with me they said it was my fault and I was a monster.I woke up breathing heavily,crying Jack knew what happened I had this dream before but I told him about the Spot part he was suprised that Spot was in my dream but he didn't question me he just comforted me.