As a young girl, I had a mother, a father and a brother but that all changed after the accident.
By accident I mean car accident, we were driving from the lake after a BBQ and it was dark. The clouds looked like cotton candy floating across the sky and it happened so quickly. My father was the one driving and he didn't see the car that was heading his way to cross the street and.... it hit us. I was the only survivor. I had lost everything. And as though things were already tough enough, I was moved to adoption and that's where everything went down hill. The workers used to hit me and call me names and I still remember how scared I was of specifically one guy who worked there. He would hit me for not drawing right or not cleaning up how he wanted it. I was just 8 years old. 3 years passed and I still was being neglected and treated as though no one cared for me anymore.
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