With a lump in my throat, I looked down to place the sticker with my number on my shirt. When I looked back up, I took in the scene before me and nervously gulped. The waiting area was filled to the brim. There were literally no seats left, and so I backed into a corner, leaned my back against the wall and slumped dow...
Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The...
Being an abused teenager is not easy, its emotional, painful, depressing, and so on... Running for places to hide becomes a challenge. Keeping your secret life a secret from people at school becomes harder each day. You don't think anybody truly cares for you. You just want to give up, you feel useless.. Until he co...