The duplex of north 3rd

The smell of coffee, the warmth of the sun in the morning. Mornings were easy for me. But once the sun went down, life became grueling. I was only a kid. I didn't understand. Then again, I never did. This is my story. The story of a girl who just wished for an easier time. Trauma, abuse, fear, with no justice. A story that I wish will help others like me.