My life, someone else's story.

Prologue.

Its strange how people interpret things. Once you share a memory that person makes up what they don't know. Fills in the blanks. This is my story, told through someone else's eyes. All the pain….

A raise fist, my hip moving, a scream of agony, his vindictive smile, my horrified gasp as he reaches to his belt.

….. all the betrayal.

"Take him! I don't want him. He means NOTHING to me, take whatever you want just spare me! LEAVE ME ALONE! HAVE THE BOY!"

It's all different through someone else's eyes. Someone who hasn't suffered, who can only imagine what you've gone through. They don't know what to do when you're finished telling them. Shock, fear, revulsion and anger are all over their faces. But usually they leave, and your stuck there, alone. Again.

yeah I don't know either.