I hate my life. I hate myself. I hate my family. No education. No help. Just alone in the world of abuse and neglect.
When I look in the mirror I see a beaten, abused fifteen year old, not even recognizing it as me, as my once beautiful long black locks had been cut was now in a tangled bob, beaming vibrant blue eyes had faded into a murky lost at sea blue. By now I have been through every type of neglect and abuse, and I've got to say that I have just become used to it...Until I became pregnant at fifteen with none to help me and having the responsibility to make a life but how could I do this when I hate my own life and making someone else hate their life because of me. But it could help me having something to live for. My step-father raped me... but I have a feeling it could be the best thing that ever happened to me.
*Flash back*
"Please don't do this" I begged over and over to my used to be called father, but all that got me was a slap around my face.
However that didn't stop me as he was now unbuttoning my jeans and tearing of my blouse. All I could do was cry as my father pinned me down again the hard wooden floor.
"Don't worry Olivia it won't hurt...much" he smirked stripping himself.
I looked away crying as my dad forced himself onto me.
*End of flash back*
That's what I see when I look in the mirror the monster that raped me,, the baby which may be as bad and me just stuck in the middle of it all.
