*This is my first book, it's just for fun and to see if I like doing this* DESCRIPTION Im suddenly grabbed by my long brown curls and being dragged down the hall. I know where he's taking we're going to his favorite room in the whole house the torture room. I remember the rules i've become so accustomed to all these years. Don't speak. Don't cry. Don't scream. But sometimes I forget those rules and sometimes like a lot of times I forget the most important one which is why I am slowly dying, I keep listening. "God, I hate you." He says looking down at my fragile body. I have long brown beautiful curls it the only thing I love about me. I'm a Carmel color 5'2 in height. I have little to no curves due to only getting to eat scraps. My 17 year old body need food but I've come accustomed not eating now. My eyes are a light brown with little speckles of golden in them then there's my button shaped nose and heart shaped face. Let's see how life plays out for 17 year old harmony.All Rights Reserved