Prologue.
Childs pov.
My name is... well I dont have a name. I wasnt deserving enough when i
was taken home by my parents. from the first few days i suffered.
I was naturally a light sleeper. so my parents arguing kept me up- which
made me cry.
Somehow, i dropped off the radar of the hospital.
Maybe it was due to the fact i was never registared.
Soon i was being ignored. I learnt to fear people. By the age of
2 I was hiding in corners, anywhere i could go.
How i survived nobody knows.
One night I heard screaming. running into the livingroom I saw my dad
standing over my mothers body, blood pouring from her
head, and holding a smashed bottle.
That's where it all began...
From what I know, my dad was an ex marine. He was kicked out from over
drinking.
When he saw me that night he made me swear that it was
'our little seceret'. I hated the seceret.
He became more violent and verbal and more... Physical.