Broken Angel

PROLOGUE

2016, Nov.25

"Alone,

I was all alone for my entire life and the realization just hit me. Pathetic was what it was thinking all these years that I wasn't. That I had them by my side. I sat silently on my "bed" while tears streamed down my face with no intent to stop. They were right, no one wanted me that's why they got rid of me. I always thought one day they would come back to me. To get me out of here, to tell me that it was all a mistake to give me away. The things I did to make that one phone call or rather I say the things I gave to those horrible bastards. I let a strangled laugh out. They promised me that they would be a phone call away. Then again promises were meant to be broken. I don't blame them, I don't want myself either. I hated that I gave the one part of myself to him even if I didn't want to, for a stupid phone call. I got up from my "bed" and went and stood in front of the mirror in my bathroom. My long jet black hair was a mess, my usually light golden skin and rosy cheeks were a sickly white and my body littered in scars; battered and bruised. My eyes I-I hated them. A piercing grey that was duller than before if that was even possible. They reminded me of them, a reminder that I would never be a part of them. I took a deep breath and exhaled lightly and slowly struggled to put a smile on my face. The same smile that I put on whenever I went to school or for myself to see how I would look like if I was happy. Today I couldn't even keep it on my face for a couple of seconds before my lips started to quiver. I tried and tried but I c-couldn't smile. It was physically impossible. "Lilly," one of the bastards called out, making me snap out of my self-pity. I wiped my tears and went downstairs stiffly.

"Make us food now, bitch", he said. I proceeded to head to the kitchen to make the food but got stopped by a mocking voice. "No fight today," she said with a grin. I weakly shook my head. They knew I had lost all hope after today. They saw how defeated and broken I was. I was tired of fighting and accepted the truth that this was my life. I didn't care to fight the idea of giving up, I was too numb."