Hi ^-^ I'm Sophie. I'm turning 16 in a couple of months, and randomly thought I'd start a journal (What? Everyone else does it. Plus, I just thought I'd give it a try and see where it goes.) My life hasn't exactly been the best, and so I thought I'd write about it. I'm not looking for sympathy or concerns, I just thought it'd be nice to get things off of my chest.. There's no one I can really trust with this information. You know how people are these days.. So there's nowhere better to put it but in a secret booklet. I've been through Hell and back.. But the question I need to know is, is it ever going to get any better..?

Some memories aren't really what they're cracked up to be. My memories are of living in the first brick house in Carlinville. Sure, you may be wondering why it's so bad, because it doesn't sound bad at all. But if you take what I found out and the situation that I'm in, you'd think that it sounded pretty scary. I thought I had a regular childhood with a regular mom and a regular stepdad. But as soon as I accidentally found a secret cellar, everything changed including all of my thoughts and feelings. Now I'm in a nerve-wracking situation and I don't know how to handle it. My mom's in danger and so am I. I should tell someone, but that would make things ten times worse..