: About Me

Ten years of my life I have been abused by George, my suppose guardian. Two weeks after my fifth birthday my parents were in a car-crash. They didn't survive. I was put into a child care center; up for adoption. Then along came Geroge, who then decided to adopted me. I thought it would great, because I'd have someone to live with. I reached his house, I had met one more kids of his; Leah who was adopted by him too. The next morning when the sun awoke me I found two scars. One deep, deep cut with a shave of blood, that filled my wrist. The other lightly across my cheek, not as bad as the fi...