Used to be Mine

It's Christmas morning, there I am, sitting at my desk, alone, crying, wondering if I will ever be the same again, wishing there was something I could do to change the horrible events that had just occurred, feeling like a part of me was gone, never to be seen again. What was the so called ' horrible event' you might ask? We'll get to that later, for now let's start at the very beginning all the way at the start of the school you where my journey begins. Hi, I'm heather, and this is my story.