I tossed and turned, I thought going to sleep would help ease my sorrows. But it seems it just made things worse. I slept through the night and light slept for the whole time,never once going into a state of deep sleeping.
Over and over I kept hearing the yells of my father as he shouted at the top of his lungs about how I owe him everything..When in actuality he basically already took everything from me. My life isn't my owe, nor is my inheritance money yet or almost my entire sanity. That man has took most of it and the other half my mother had.
It was really a blessing for me even to be stable really, most young adults would have gone insane. Would have probably done the absolute worse and yet I am still here holding on. It is only a blessing, a force of natural that gave me the luck of baring such an amazing skill.
I sigh, it's now morning,daylight shinning through my draped covers from above the head.
I didn't want to get up but it's not like I had a choice anyway. Any minute now one of those controlled dolls would come and knock on the door telling me to get up and get ready for the day. After all it is the role I have, I have to be poised and humble for my mother.
I have to be strong and put up with all the insolence of my mother and father.
I am Victorious Magnolia Acres and I am the mere survivor.