There's no kindness in your eyes,

The way you look at me, it's just not right.

I can tell what's going on this time,

There's a stranger in my life.

You're not the person that I once knew.

Are you scared to let them know it's you?

If they could see only see you like I do,

Then they would see a stranger, too.

Stranger - Hilary Duff.

Child abuse has so many sides.

Dear Mother,

I guess I've never told you this in my whole life. It's a shame I wasn't braver than I am now.

But it doesn't matter anymore. I think I can finally tell you the truth.

Do you still remember the day, when I was eight years old?

It was the 7th of April, and you told me that I wasn't perfect. No, wait.

You told me: "I wish you were never born. Now I'm stuck with a mistake."

That day, mother, you ripped me a part. And that's when hell started.

I still can't believe I ever tried to impress you. Because all these years, you never were.

You didn't even show me a smile. I don't even think you touched me.

That's pathetic. Even for you.

But I think it's too late now, for the both us.

I will never forget those words, not now. Never.

You told me more things, I can all still hear them. Loud and clear.

It's sad, that such a grand person as you, can't even take care of a child.

If I think about it now, I can't hold back a laugh. Because you probably don't even think about it. I did. I heard you when I woke up, when I performed and when I got to bed.

You were even in my dreams. Feel proud, because you were everywhere.

Even when I didn't want you to be. You still were.

I always had that little bit of hope inside of me. That maybe you would finally accept me as a daughter. And we could start all over.

But that moment never came. After nineteen years, you still don't think of me.

You probably won't even open this letter. I don't give a shit. Because this is about me. Not about you. So it's time for you to move aside, and to let me talk.

You always said to me I was the lowest. But you were wrong. Because I'm not the lowest.

The lowest is the person who made me. And that is you.

And by the time you read this, you already know that.

And you'll probably cry your eyes out, until you're running out of tears.

I don't care. You don't even have a clue how many times I cried for you.

It's time for you to get what you deserve. Revenge.

And I don't give a shit that I'll go to hell. I'll take the flames with my arms wide open.

Anything is better than staying with you. And live in this world of torture.

I told you now. It's time for me to go.

I lived in this torture for nineteen years. And finally, I can give up.

It is your responsibility to tell Caitlyn Gellar, Mitchie Torres, Nate Black, Shane Gray and Jason Green. You may tell them everything, every single detail will be told. And you can finally let them know how much you killed me.

Tell them I didn't want to be a bitch. Somebody just tore me apart. They'll know who.

And you will, too. I've been speaking for too long now.

In a few minutes, I will close my eyes. And your voice won't be there anymore.

I can't wait.

Born as a daughter.

Died as a stranger.

- Tess.

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