Prologue:
Hi my name is Katie. I am 16 years old. I am here in this hospital bed in bad conditions while my boyfriend, well my now ex-boyfriend is being chased by the police and is in the wanted list. Thankfully he didn't achieve what he wanted to do to me. Or did he want to hurt me so bad to nearly killing me so I wouldn't come running to the police? Well, if that was it, then he did a pretty good job. After he abused me physically and emotionally the police came running to me with paramedics instead of me running to them for help, but all I could do was lay on the ground with my hands over my stomach, as the pain was unbearable.
I have been here for three weeks. All this time I have just been laying in this hospital bed scared that he would come through the door to finish me off.
I hate seeing myself in the mirror. I just can't stand to see my arms, my face, and my legs, practically my whole body covered with enormous black and purple bruises. They were everywhere. Worst of all, I loved him then and I still love him. This is my story…...
Short beginning, but next chapter will be longer promise. by the way this is my first story on this site. please review and tell me your opinion. thanks :)