That Twelve Year Old

Imagine your Mother was dead, and your was Dad a stranger. Now imagine having to be looked after by your Aunt. Your abusive aunt, since the day you were born. Imagine having trouble to send even a small smile, and endless scars and burns, tattood onto your skin. Imagine living in a small crap-hole in the shady areas of London, your bedroom nothing but a broken matress, falling against the wall and nothing to eat apart from stale buiscits or scarps of veg. Top that all of, you had to move to Oxford on your tweflth birthday, leaving everything, and everyone, behind. Especially your two best friends. The only people who kept you human.
Clarrisa Joyce Parker, had to suffer from all of that, from her Aunt and Aunt's boyfriend, since she the moment she was out of her Mother's womb. Quite literally.

" My mother had a one-night stand with some guy. She died giving birth to me. It was at Aunt’s birthday. Mother knew she was pregnant, but didn’t want believe it so just said she was gaining weight. She knew was supposed to deliver but ignored it. She ‘pushed’ me out in the bathroom, and died. Aunt was livid. She screamed and thrashed. That’s how I got my first scar, when Aunt kicked me in the back of my neck when she found out Mother died because of me."

Now, Aunt put her up for adoption, and she gets accepted by a loving family. There she started at a new school and was never seen by Aunt's presence. Seems pretty cliched, right?
That's what Clarrisa thought. She thought she left Aunt, and Aunt's boyfriend; John. She thought she left all the abuse and all of the cold, hard numbness.
That was until she met a certain someone, who crashed everything down.
That certain someone, who she thought was dead.

But will Clarrisa be ready, when it happens?

Read to find out :]