Ever since I was 1 yr old, I never knew who were my parents, I was brought up in an orphanage, and the only thing that I know is that my name is Kiana.
When I was three, I was adopted, kids who were older than me, were jealous that they were not adopted, I don't really care cause I don't have friends in there.
But they never loved me...
I was treated like a lap dog, a slave at the young age of 3 as a punching bag, but I don't know how it happened, but the last time that I remembered before I woke up in the orphanage again, is being called a monster, non-human, a DEVIL. you may ask why?
I heal fast, I slept in with bruises and cuts, the next morning, I'm good as new, and I don't even know why!
I was brought back to the orphanage at the age of 5, due to the reasons above. Three days, it took me three days of constant bullying and torture before I was adopted again.
They were weird...
Their real eyes are not brown, nor copper, its RED.
I was scared...for 3 seconds, I cried for 10 seconds while looking at their snarling faces, they were shocked because of my reaction, hence the 10 seconds of crying. When that happened, they gave me everything...,that I never asked for, nor thankful for. you may ask why again?
They're raising me to be a weapon of destruction...
want to know more?? then follow me in reading my story
💔 لعب القدر لعبته و فرق حبيبين فهل يستطيعو النسيان؟💔
🖤 و هل يمكن لقلب كسر و حطم يملأه الحقد و نار الإنتقام أن يغفر و يبدأ حياة جديدة؟🖤
💥حب و كراهية خطان لا يلتقيان ولكن ماذا يخبئ القدر لهاذه القلوب هل سيداوي أم سيزيد الطين بلة؟💥
هيا خانها قدرها لتصبح "ارملة عذراء" و هو خانه الحب ليصبح "كارها للنساء متعطشا للدماء"