Dark. Dark all around me, limbs like lead, and eyelids held down by iron weights. Or at least, that's what it felt like. I didn't know how long I'd been under, hell I could've been dead for the final time and wouldn't care, as long as I was away from my father, but somehow I knew I wasn't dead, because I would've seen my momma.
The weight started lifting from my body, and it felt as if my heart was being pulled up by a single string, but in the sense that it knew my new life was about to begin. My eyelids fluttered open to reveal a blinding white light.
My name is Alexa, and this is my story.
